CLOTS INTERRUPT US

Some poets
die young
because they
have strokes
of bad luck.
Apologies for the title.

Some poems
die young
because they
have nowhere
else to go.
Apologies for the poem.

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4 comments on “CLOTS INTERRUPT US

  1. Don Frankel says:

    And, only the good die young.

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  2. mistermuse says:

    And only the bad live long enough to need hip surgery – ha ha. Just kidding, of course – best wishes for a successful hip surgery next week, Don.

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  3. arekhill1 says:

    One of the many questions I don’t trouble myself with is whether I am already too old to die young.

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  4. mistermuse says:

    I plan on being too young to die when I’m one hundred, unless I’m already dead….in which case, I may have to consider a change of plans.

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