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poem
December 2007 
Death
Posted on Aug 14th, 2007
by 
Nathan
Nathan
Death was in an apartment building, in the hallway. All the doors were closed. Some people were looking out through the peepholes. Nobody wanted to let him in.
Death transformed himself into several hundred rubber duckies in many colors. But the doors remained shut.
"It doesn't matter what I do, nobody likes me," he said despairingly.
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