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Death came to me in a mini skirt
As skittish as a kitten ,
And said : " I am come - for your final flirt " ,
But added : " You don't seem smitten ".

Says I : " Well - not in my wildest whim
Did I picture you looking like this ,
I'd been told that you were a reaper grim
And behold - a saucy miss ".

" Ah - many a one is like yourself
Surprised by my winning smile ,
I have jokes and jests like a playful elf
And I know the way to beguile ".

" But - please just pass me by with a nod
I've poems and plays unwritten ,
There are footpaths I have never trod
As you say - I'm not much smitten ".

" Oh hush my darling - and don't repine ",
And she gave a gracious prance ,
Then she twined her fingers into mine
And whispered : " Shall we dance ? "

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