On Being Dead Poem by Allan James Saywell

On Being Dead



I did not know
I was dead
Till my girlfriend said
I was lacking- - in warmth

Wednesday, April 1, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love and life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lyn Paul 02 April 2015

Hope you weren't to offended......Honesty can be a funny kind of thing. Great you are back and full of warmth

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Kelly Kurt 01 April 2015

Ha! Now you know. Sorry bout dat

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