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Warnings
larrylark

I imagine the warning of death,
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like all warnings, comes too little too late.
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No letter through the post to peruse
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among the morning toast,or host
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making rueful announcements.
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We will know our bulb is about to  blow
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when that low gravelly voice
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slowly unravels the inner ear
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whispering "Now is the time to feel real fear,
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five seconds and counting."
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Some will try to rise up from their chair,
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others think of their stocks and shares,
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or the girl they let slip by or a lie told,
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and never confessed, which caused distress.
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Most think its radio static interfering with
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the early news and that after a coffee
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they will continue to stew,
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imbibing among the debris of their lives,
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last night sleeping sound as the bell
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they thought would never toll for them.
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17 Feb 08

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this is why i have no fear, because we don't know when it will come and so i choose not to worry. it will come when it comes and there is nothing we can do about it.
 — raskolniikov

It is pointless to fear the inevitable. Its best to make the best of all we can while we can.

Larry can can lark
 — larrylark

nice modifications on the generalizations of perfect etiquette in regards to flawless grammar.

and as always, your words resonate.
 — listen

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