When I was a kid, a visiting preacher gave a TERRIFYING sermon about an old woman who was afraid of dying and answered the door one night to find death asking to be let in. It was supposed to be comforting, but for YEARS afterwards, any time someone knocked on the door late at night I was scared out of my wits.
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I like this poem.
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