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TITLE: Game Lost, Game Won By roj miedes 02/13/08 |
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The wager is made
without my permission. But I
could never have wished not to be born.
Death is inevitable,
somebody just lost a hand.
It will be just a moment till
it's drawing all my cards.
Death is inevitable- my loss is
in the stars.
The dust will welcome me:
I cannot protest.
Yes, death will come,
but the fear of it?
Why, it's totally unnecessary!
What nonsense to dread something so sure;
the seasons are even less predictable.
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