The Day You Die

H Herbert Nehrlich Herbert Nehrlich
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So, since she asked, I told my wife that all of us will die some day and in the first five years of life ye Gods reveal to us, you may not be a true believer yet our cause of death, yes it is true hence no one needs to ever fret look to the doctor for a clue or take those pills for various ills have operations on your heart. You want to know what really kills? I'll tell you this, just for a start it is no use to be a guessor at any age, you won't unravel as much as that teenie professor who's starting only his long travel so please believe me, no one ever will know as much about your fate and after five your mind, once clever now at a loss will just debate the merits of longevity It is no use, your days are numbered the question of when Not To Be with which you keep yourself encumbered is mute and dumb and out of season just wander back as I have mentioned and find the date, also the reason for your demise, which, well-intentioned is written on the wall for you forget all other fancy stuff live your existence as I do until the Gods say, 'That's enough.'

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