ON DEATH

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    ON DEATH

    The gift of life comes easy,
    we accept it with a nod,
    and never stop to thank
    an illusive faceless GOD.

    Life can be going smoothly,
    then DEATH rears it's ugly head,
    and even the best of people,
    somehow end up dead.

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    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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