My name

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  • Death

    My name

    My name is Death,
    How do you do?
    I come in many ways,
    To suit only you,
    How bout' a car wreck?
    That's alway fun,
    Or maybe drugs,
    That's my favorite one,
    It really does'nt matter,
    It's all quite the same,
    The time will come,
    And you'll hear My name.

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    Charity commented on My name

    06-19-2009

    yeah,Death comes in different ways to suit his (should I say)victims.People get to know and pronounce his name only when he visits them.

    BridgetBowen commented on My name

    11-13-2008

    Morbidly humorous. You should have taken it further.

    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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