Jotting words down post-haste,
Writing like there's no time to waste.
Next week, next year, who's still here?
Kiss of death from the Grim Reaper,
Mortality most will eventually fear.
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Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
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Did you write this tomorrow, being short on time?! lol.
Back to the future aha.
Did ya go shopping and meet yourself coming back, while you on the way there?
Oh no otherwise it would have created a rift in the space time continuum.
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