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A Knock On The Door
They ask me if I've ever thought about the end of
the world, and I say, "Come in, come in, let me
give you some lunch, for God's sake.
" After a few
bites it's the afterlife they want to talk about.
"Ouch," I say, "did you see that grape leaf
skeletonizer?" Then they're talking about
redemption and the chosen few sitting right by
"Doing what?" I ask.
"Just sitting?" I
am surrounded by burned up zombies.
have some lemon chiffon pie I bought yesterday
at the 3 Dog Bakery.
" But they want to talk about
I'm getting drowsy and see butterflies
"Would you gentlemen like to take a
nap, I know I would.
" They stand and back away
from me, out the door, walking toward my
neighbors, a black cloud over their heads and
they see nothing without end.
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