On a Whim

On a Whim

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz
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On a Whim

I almost feel myself rising
as though death has tickled my grin
Hey old buddy are you coming along
or just leaving me out on a limb?
I tell myself sure......you know it ends
but listen any old fool can fool himself
on a whim.

© 2016 Alfred Kukitz


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Added on December 15, 2016
Last Updated on December 15, 2016
Tags: Rising, death, grin, limb

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Alfred Kukitz
Alfred Kukitz

Deering, NH



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Yes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..

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