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Burton L. Carlson
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Not Me

Of all the good friends I have had,
I am down to one,
just two of us now left alive.

Each of us is asking
who will be the only one left.
Each echoing the one and same thought:

O please, not me.

Aging, DeathSuzi PeelMarch 14, 2015
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