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One night Death came to visit me


And offered me a cup of tea.


I did not mention it was cold


And carefully sipped around the mold.


 


He sat himself in my good chair


And leveled me his deathly stare.


While the clock wound slowly down


I met his stare with equal frown.


 


The nature of his line of work,


led some to think he was a jerk.


And though, by most, he was considered grim,


I found myself quite fond of him.(chariot13 edit) ;)

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