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Julie Sanders, Contributing Poet
12:00 am CDT April 12, 2018

If I could catch a glimpse

Of what would transpire

Upon knowing my time of death

What then would be my desire?

Put your house in order

Truly death draws near

Just in the prime of life

Now deprived of years.

My life span gone in a flash

My eyes failing with tears

Certainly mourning life

In what I’ve established here.