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the inevitable menu

The only truth about birth is guaranteed death
but how one will die and when by accident self annihilation or asphyxiation or heart failure lungs filled with wine or what curse of divine one good thing the creator kept it all in suspense the other day the doc did say flying no way he was a bit wrong he thought i will fly along the aircraft will carry me i told him then he said okay take a flight any day and so I am alive the whole night I died why can’t I fly the airports will die and mommy will cry why kiddo hasn't come to see me cry Oh Lord why is man afraid of death it’s the only thing about existence no fiction the only and whole truth friends relax some day they will fax he is no more

Punctuate it at your own peril it will keep you busy and deathly hour will pass by the you will all sigh, Loved never say good bye

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Free verse
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I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
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I like the starting but the rest of it kinda irritates me with the missing punctuation. lol. Then the ending made me smile. No sir. I'm not going to do your work for you. Your poem your style your choice.


first acid reaction
I love it


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You might want to use Capitals where needed too! ~ Gee

There is value to commenting and critique, tell us how you feel about our work.
This must be the place, 'cause there ain't no place like this place anywhere near this place.

Like you I is lazy and only read the first line but another unending story I will talk about this one when I can see that it has full stops and things I like,,,,,,
Yours Ian.T

There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

The only truth about birth is guaranteed death
...and then you ruined it with all that text
but sure I enjoyed it unpunctuated the other day but not as brave as what's above
don't mind me I merely jest and strangely it is after twelve I have failed to best
lekker dgim

If I had it my way I'd be up on a mountain. Playing my guitar,
until my calluses grew calluses, my arse a chair and my smile into a halo

c u as DIVINE
jolly fine


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