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An Appointment With Death On the 44th Floor

Beads of sweat On my head Sodden and sore In my sick bed The last battle lost Can’t fight anymore As I lay dying on the 44th floor The elevator makes A slow ascent Something inside With just one intent Air cools I am chilled Right to the core As I lay dying on the 44th floor No more to do, much too late To argue with My destined fate Skeletal fingers Tap, tap at my door As I lay dying on the 44th floor Soulless eye sockets Like two bottomless pits On the end of my bed The reaper there sits Whispering “Oh what a treat For you is in store” As I lay dying on the 44th floor The fire in the hearth Gave death a strange glow Throat parched and dry, Tried to yell "no" The glimpse of a scythe, The last thing I saw As I lay dead on the 44th floor

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 7/2/2013 5:28:00 PM
A welcome change of pace from the other posts I've read so far. Your talent will gather many soup fans.... Jake
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Date: 6/11/2013 12:09:00 AM
scary..
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Date: 6/10/2013 2:06:00 PM
congrats in Roy's contest............. SKAT
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Date: 6/10/2013 1:20:00 PM
You won't get me near the 44th floor of any where, congratulations Gary xx
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Date: 6/10/2013 12:53:00 PM
Congratulations on the win. I'll be posting a blog with additional comments. Cheers, Roy
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Gary Wayne Hill
Date: 6/10/2013 12:54:00 PM
Thank you for the contest and the 3rd place, Roy :)
Date: 6/6/2013 12:21:00 PM
Interesting... Terry
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