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Nov 2010
I was conversing with Death one day
While walking on along my way
When he told me to forsake the day
And I sent him sadly on his way

He seemed aghast at what i said
And determined then to see me dead
He ran me over, Left only tread
And then pronounced my body dead

Upon my grave, he sat 'till dawn
And tried to keep the soil on
And then till eve he sat upon
My body still fresh buried on

He pulled me out late at night
Pronounced my figure a sure fright
We then began to fight
Long past the end of night
Laura Spain
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Laura Spain
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   Cris R Costa
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