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2013-06-06-11-56-47 Only fools gravely utter

in their final croaking stutter

to those around the hushed deathbed

words and phrases best left unsaid.

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Posted on January 29, 2017 by philobility. This entry was posted in Dying, Philosophy, Poetry, Relationships and tagged Dying. Bookmark the permalink.

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