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May 2016
Death is down the street
Wonder if we'll meet

Death is in my yard
Looking very hard

Death is at my window
Feel like I'm in limbo

Death is at my door
Checking the score

Death is in my room
I can smell his perfume

Death took my hand
Swept me off to his glorious land
Pauline Morris
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Pauline Morris  51/F/Southern Illinois
(51/F/Southern Illinois)   
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