When I Die…

When I die, I hope it’s cold,

And that I’m very, very, old,

I hope I’ve caused and shared some laughter,

And it’s not too hot

Just after

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Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

3 thoughts on “When I Die…”

  1. I once wrote a song on the way I want my life to end. When I feel the end is near I want to be taken to France. I want somebody to put me in a tub in the middle of feel and fill the tub with liquid chocolate and leave me to die there.

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