Death is callin.
I could have ignored him but I answered his call.
He said we needed to meet.
I was hesitant and half sleep.
I look at the time, its forty five minutes pass eight.
I have work in the morning.
I asked, Why?
He said,"I need your assistance"
He then added that,"Someone might die"
I Wanted to say no but I agreed.
He would come if I was in need.
Death is my friend indeed.


--submitted by D. Leflore
 


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