Dawn of the Grim Reaper
Grim Reaper strolls in
Stands looking down at her face
She opens an eye
Then sits up in bed, scowling
Grim Reaper slinks off next door
Sunrise
Jack Horne
For my friend Janie
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2011
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