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Monday poem “Sneaky” (or “Unheard, unseen”)

Sneaky (or “Unheard, unseen”)

She couldn’t see or hear
When Death was near,
He just showed up
Then disappeared
With friends of hers
Each time he came.
Some left in peace,
Some left in pain,
Others asked for life
To intervene-
To stir things up
And cause a scene
But Death was nasty,
Mad and mean
And showed up often
Unheard but keen.

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