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10/17/08
A New Life
For the last few years, perhaps considerably longer, You've been losing weight, like crazy, And sleeping eighteen hours a day, on average.
Though you're not quite sure why, You've had a sinking feeling that something's amiss, Something that could bode poorly for your future —
Immediate and long-term — Suggest that things might not be at all as they seem, That, in fact, indeed, in truth, you just might be doomed,
Singled out, by some foreign, alien, decidedly unfriendly force, To have your staying power cut short — Your essence, as you've cherished it, over six decades.
Unquestionably, you've seen a great change come over you, Felt the last few years banging into each other, As your freight train has slowed to an all-but-screeching halt.
But not until lately has it dawned on you That your lack of appetite and addiction to prolonged slumber Are consonant with your new life, lived inside your casket.
10/17/08
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