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Terminally ill
Contributed by
Randyjohnson
on
Tuesday, 13th September 2005 @ 11:30:34 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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I used a rusty razor blade for nearly a year.
In a matter of months I may no longer be here.
That razor blade ruined my liver.
When I think about it, I shiver.
If I don't get a new liver, I will die.
My chances of getting one will be slim but I'm going to try.
My wife and kids are falling apart because of this ordeal.
They're having trouble accepting that I'm terminally ill.
A man gets a different outlook on life when he's about to die.
I notice the birds, the flowers, and the big beautiful sky.
If I can get a new liver, I'll cheat death.
But it must be soon because I have so little time left.
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Randyjohnson
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2005-09-13 11:30:34] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Terminally ill
(User Rating: 1 ) by xXxmegsxXx on
Tuesday, 13th September 2005 @ 12:34:49 PM AEST (User
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very sad and well-written |
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Re: Terminally ill
(User Rating: 1 ) by WAE on
Tuesday, 13th September 2005 @ 03:20:52 PM AEST (User
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The first two lines' rhyming is forced. Last two lines I leave with no comments. |
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