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I did this poem in english class when I was in eigth grade and I wrote this poem is because alot of deaths happen in my family and I wanted to write a poem about it and I dont know why, but I just did and heres the poem hope you enjoy

Submitted:Jan 13, 2012    Reads: 7    Comments: 1    Likes: 2   

The day when your sick
Death comes lurking in
You hide in the closet
But death opens the closet door
You run out into the darkness

Death opens its mouth
Of the size of a garage door
With razor sharp teeth
Death runs after you
You try to run faster

But you trip over your own two feet
Death is getting closer
You scream at the top of your lungs
Death grabs you with both hands
It's Your Last Day


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