[net.poems] Sad Poem

ccf (11/24/82)

    After having been written late at night after dark:

			She Said With a Sigh

		I touched my poor mom as she lay
		And asked Why so troubled today?
		She said with a sigh
		I am sick; I must die
		Timor mortis conturbat me.

			*<-- Chuck -->*

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