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[aid] => mick
[title] => She'll Die Next Tuesday.
[time] => 2010-02-01 03:50:57
[hometext] => Never delay until tomorrow, what you can do today.
[bodytext] => The doctor spoke words She wished she could not understand; A part of her disbelieving As if she's reading a story, but she grasps it's for real She will be dead next Tuesday. A young lady, she was Signs of ailment absent A social butterfly, on the verge of career But she will be dead next Tuesday. Aimlessly walking In the dark, hollow streets She thought of things in her head The things she's never done And will never have the chance to. Tears welling, in her amber eyes Softly trickling, overflowing Across her cheeks Repeating to herself in her lonely mind, struggling to believe This was just a nightmare. But days went by, first one, then two, then three When Monday crept up on her still, the nightmare did not cease Realizing this upsets her She only has a single day. That day, she was committed Good for the world, she thought to herself And wanders around the town, looking for good deeds to bring to heaven A little girl, a beggar as young as five Was crying in the streets the lady soothes the little girl and learned she's lost her mommy Don't be afraid, the lady says, I'll bring to you your mommy. The lady stood and steps across the street to begin the search In her mind was fixed, she wants to do some good. So focused was she, that she didn't see A giant, speeding truck And neither did the driver see the poor, young lady. The lady died on Monday. You should never delay until tomorrow, what you can do today. You might not have until tomorrow to do them. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 220 [topic] => 31 [informant] => myworld [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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