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There is no audio for this submission Poetry: On Dying 30-10-2006 - by Simon   (37 words) Maybe it's winter coming on, but this occurred to me as I trudged home with washing powder and paper towels. On Dying You’re dying, it’s true But don’t be sad! You’ve been dead already Before you were born And really—was it so bad? Critique/comments welcome Average Score: 0  /  Votes: 0   Printer Friendly Page    Send to a Friend -- NEW -- Social Book Mark This Page Digg del.icio.us Furl Comment posted by potleek (30-10-2006 09:38) Send potleek a Private Message That's a different and funny way to look at it, but I think I prefer living. But then dead is more peaceful, but there's no fun in it is there?...Tony Please Login or register to post comments

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