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When I Was Dead
when I was dead a few years ago I was a bit surprised when i was dead well, at least for a few minutes clinically dead by necessity I somehow was still aware really! when I was dead curiously, to me... it wasn't what I'd expected.... where's the "tunnel"? where's the "light"? I hope not for some sin for that would not be right where's the ceiling-floating? why wasn't my butt scraping ceiling tile? maybe because it was momentary my brain still had some juice (sure wish it still did- appears what I have is of no use!" I was aware, somehow lying naked upon a table a beautiful nurse on each side oh!...if only I was able!!!... I felt, somehow more concerned about my nudity one nurse was kind enough to put a tiny wash rag sized towel on me I felt so relieved but...surely they could see... no "porno-star" physique no "black mans"' ol' tool just an average sized dinger I felt like such a fool the anesthesiologist did not do well his job I was far too aware for comfort my dignity he did rob well, it's history now I've got a computer in my chest they said if i had waited the guess they thought, at best I'd be dead within a month ventricular fibrillation a word I was to soon learn but one thing, and one thing only that I now know for sure angel wings that crew did earn they somehow closed death's door.
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