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Feeling Run Down...

Specter of death, ever shadows me
I've seen him everywhere
He lurks in the bushes, behind the trees
He's still there, I swear

I've seen him up close a number of times
It's not so very pretty
He stared me down and looked interested
I'm like; "Hey, nothing here to see"

Slipping through his clutches
I've run a million miles
But, as I evade his touches
He offers me up a smile

I know I'm not immune
He'll get me in future time
Death may be around the corner
While I'm writing this rhyme

So I'll just keep on running
I know I'll need some luck
Death may be just funning
"But, look out for that truck!"

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Structured: Western
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Let's see how many frightning stories we can scare up this month.
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Not Explicit Content

Comments

ooooWWWWwwwww lurking in the bushes? oh my Geezer watch out, if he gets you who the hell will save my poems??

This is really fun, and a bit haunting, i may have used death keeps humming, like a noise that haunts you rather than funning, but i guess it also means death is playing with you so it works. Please be careful when watering the plants on the balcony tonight Sir.! getting in the mood for halloween? Fabulous.

Thank you...Teddy

funny that you should mention the truck toward the end of your write. Death wears many disguises; he can be as small and pretty looking as the Covid 19 virus or as big as the camouflaged army truck that knocked me flat on my butt and sent me to the hospital. Lucky I wore my helmet. No external or internal damages, except that my poetry won't ever be the same. Should I thank my lucky star, my dead granny, for intervening? Geezer, keep a sharp eye out; death is always out there trying to trip you.
Like your poem! Jerry

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I'M taking my truck for so many
now you may book me
ere I myself flee
but do compose a silly poem on me '
I'd love to read
as so many i carry
lol
x'cuze mee
pleeze '
no not on a Sunday
off day 4 me

A terrible silence... Almost 24 hours

Thank you...Teddy

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