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A Speculative Concept

When life is coming to an end, my friend, you learn to treasure this godsend, my friend. When death has come, you count every second and every moment you can spend, my friend. The ruthless death takes all that you hold dear: your ladylove and your best friend, my friend, your dog, your money, your unpaid invoices and, surely, you but let's pretend, my friend, that death is just a speculative concept that we have yet to comprehend, my friend.

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Date: 4/29/2019 2:59:00 AM
And the one essential element of life that makes it precious, priceless ... wonderfully whimsical write - nice job!
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Kurt Ravidas
Date: 4/29/2019 10:35:00 AM
Wow, God of Terza himself has honored my humble poem with his divine attention) Thank you, Greg.
Date: 4/25/2019 5:39:00 AM
If Constance does not laugh and love this one, I do not know people at all. It is hilarious especially this line: "your dog, your money, your unpaid invoices" Great job! The winner in my book, Kurt.
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Kurt Ravidas
Date: 4/25/2019 6:25:00 AM
Thank you, Caren. Ghazel is a funny genre)