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Oct 2017
True, he's such a gentleman for how else does he put us to sleep?
And make us so calm or appear to be to the people who bitterly weep...
He mightn't be nice or friendly but he's terribly good at his job...
Since the beginning of time he's been doing his rounds, no time to stop for the usual sobs...
He's everyone's neighbor but I don't care, where ever he likes to go, I'll never go there...
Like fire and ice I'll avoid him like hell...
But he's sneaky and tricky so you really can't tell...
From head to toe, dressed in ebony black...
So mean and lean, I bet he loves to snack...
On souls...young or old,doesn't mind in the least...
Deep inside could he be an unsavory beast?
Indifferent and cruel and used to getting his way...
Yanking souls from poor bodies every second of every day...
People tremble and shiver at the mention of his name...
Because his terrible nature has brought him great fame...
I love him little though I hate him not...
Because somewhere inside,surely sir death has a soft spot :) ?
Haddy Jobe
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Haddy Jobe  Gambia
(Gambia)   
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