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you write about this death visiting you like it happenes every damn day!! yeah, I remember my dog, and my grandpa, why you bring this up? I dont drink scotch, knock on someone elses door, hehe ;)

love your prosey stuff DA, good work giving the bony old fucker a silhouette :P

~and putting his hands

on his clacky-clack knees

which pop when he

stands up

because death is an old,

old creaking man.~

Is Great.

Death hangs with me too...he aint that scary but he does mooch all my scotch.

I figure I get it back in the afterlife.

"i only got five bucks,

death. and you're

drinking all my

scotch."

Bravo!

One of those poems you're glad you read. :)

One thing:

death laughed and

tossed the bottle

back

and i could hear

his teeth chattering

on the mouth of

the bottle.

Maybe your could change the first bottle to drink or something similar?

*no thermometer