Soon Death Whispered, Soon

Drinking with Death on a quiet afternoon

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Never thought much about Death, until he
pulled up a seat next to me at the bar.

Death gets bad press, always the sulky guy
wearing the cheap, baggy black robe, hiding
his eyes, peeking out from under his hood, forever branded
as the grim reaper, the scythe of death in his gnarled hand.