Death Comes Calling
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Shaun Cronick
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Brrr! That icy draft,
It clasps my neck.
A door left open,
Best go and check.
A door of sorts,
Kept ajar by Death.
The Reaper calls,
With quietus breath.
Which will He choose,
Heaven or Hell?
My life so varied,
Only He can tell...
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