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Outsmarting the Grim Reaper
Every morning when I awake And reach for my paper and coffee cake, I check to see if my name appears, Trying to quell my deepest fears That this might be the very day When the old grim reaper has his way It’s really a little game we play! He’s trying to catch me unawares, I don’t think that he really cares When it will be, as long as he can say he’s won… The game is over… so long… it’s done. But I must outwit his nefarious scheme For it has always been my dream To live as long as my enemies do Longer is better from my point of view! So I eat my veggies, drink my milk, Cream my face till it’s smooth as silk When I drink my wine, I never drive, Insuring I will arrive home alive. I watch my weight, walk a mile a day And watch out for cars along the way. I’ve followed the plan to a tee But there is a problem that I see I’ve gotten too old to run and hide As I feel my bones rub together inside So I’ve decided to lure him to bed But with someone else lying there instead. And since love is blind, he will not see, The victim he smites is not me! The game is over…so long…it’s done But he’ll never know…it is I who’s won! ------
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