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Death comes, like a starved wolf in the savanna, knock at thy door like a thief and takes your breath away. Death comes, it comes like the Alzheimer's disease Whispering through days and nights walking beside us on our life’s road. I am not afraid of death, I just don't want to be available when it comes.

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Date: 10/13/2015 5:50:00 PM
Nice write Seth. I hope death takes it's time coming to my door as well.
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Yuhi Musinga
Date: 10/13/2015 11:37:00 PM
Thank you Tim. I hope so too.