Saturday, June 20, 2015


Hello, Death, how are you?
It's so good of you to stop.
I'm sure you must be busy
Harvesting your crop.

For you to stop each night like this
And ask if I am ripe yet is
A little over-zealous.
You will make the ripe fruit jealous!

But who am I to judge?
I'm sure you really know your stuff.
Why don't you stay for dinner?
I can heat you up some left-overs.

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