Death's Mistake.

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I was sitting in my living room

when death knocked at my door.

He said he would like to come in

and I asked " What for?" 


He said " My name is Mr. Death

and I've got a job to do."

I said " What is this job you have?"

He said " My dear, It's you."


I stood there in the doorway.

Shaking a dreadful lot.

He said " Kindly move,

Outside is very hot."


I let him in with hesitation.

I feared what may come next.

Death noticed me and said 

" My dear, why so perplexed?"


I said "I'm not ready yet!

I've got a great life!"

He said "I'm very sorry."

His calmness causing me strife.


He came close to me.

A sickle in his hand.

He said" Any last words

requests, or demands?"


I said " I don't want to go!" 

Trepidation in my voice.

He said, with annoyance,

" You've really got no choice."


He pulled out a book

from his pocket deep.

But when he flipped the page 

he nearly jumped ten feet.


I said " What's the matter?"

as he looked quite distressed.

He said " I am very sorry dear

I've got the wrong address!"



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