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A shapely,
Tall,
Attractive woman-
In her fifties-
Stood up
And looked
In the full length mirror.
“Now-
Here-
All has to be history
For me!”
She said to herself.
All those fantasies,
Before,
All those lost years,
In this time,
On this day,
In her own way,
She confronted
How death
Had left her
Abandoned,
But today,
It was okay.
She picked up her
Black, furry cat,
Held it softly,
Looked out the window
Across the gardens,
And down the long,
Narrow road,
“ God!
How can you say,
In a life
Full of so many
Little dieings,
What the hell
Is Death
Anyway?”
THE END
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