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The Quietus

if I could, I would but I can’t, so shan’t 
enslaved by ego, I have endless wants
     yet when the end draws nigh
     deep sigh is our goodbye
nothing more to flaunt, as death itself daunts

28-May-2021
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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May 31, 2021 at 1:05 PM
Great write... Kind of cool... and creepy... Ann
Dietrich Avatar
May 30, 2021 at 1:49 PM
What an interesting way to do a limerick. Good one!
Seeker Avatar
May 30, 2021 at 10:48 PM
Thanks Andrea ... offbeat, I know, limericks should generally bring a smile to our face!
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May 28, 2021 at 11:24 AM
Yes, death is the debt we all pay at the end, so let's get our money's worth!
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