Strange Morning
another true tale
this morn, suddenly,
for reasons I'll never comprehend,
my cd player started of
its own accord, playing Requiem
I can but only hope
it's not an omen,
of things to come my way,
it really is very strange,
that I have to say
so I'm just a little apprehensive
about what will soon unfold,
I've been on this earth a long time,
I am, you see, 57 years old,
It somehow makes me wary,
maybe even a little scary,
so what I have to say,
is I hope to make it through the day
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