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Death

Death prances close to my door. While I sleep blissfully in sweet repose, It may sneak into my room without warning. How foolish I am to gloat over my possessions As it comes to take me empty handed

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Date: 3/29/2022 2:11:00 PM
I was in a play in high school, "You Can't Take It With You". You're poem is filled with truth. Bill
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Date: 3/24/2022 2:49:00 PM
Yes, death will take you empty handed, possessions do not mean much in the end, very wise
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Date: 3/22/2022 2:17:00 AM
You are a true philosopher and a mighty clever one also. We are born and die the latter being the sadder but a reality of life . A fave for me. Hugs and blessings Jennifer
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Date: 3/20/2022 6:43:00 PM
Valsa, you can't take it with you. Well Written. Blessings ~ Debra
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Date: 3/20/2022 4:33:00 PM
Wise words, Valsa. Creatively penned message: 'You can't take it with you!' ~ Voice from Below
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Date: 3/20/2022 1:04:00 PM
So true Valsa, we come into the world with nothing and will leave the same way. Tom
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Date: 3/20/2022 11:56:00 AM
So true! We tend to focus on wrong things when alive. Well said, Valsa.
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Date: 3/20/2022 11:29:00 AM
As we can see from Ukrainian refugees, even a suitcase filled with treasure is left behind when the Grim Reaper swings his scythe! Aloha!
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Date: 3/20/2022 10:37:00 AM
I can feel death very near. You give us a lesson to remember. Hugs.
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