“… Nothin Up My Sleeve”

—BullwinkleWhen you dieyou cannot knowyou’re dead and no onetries to tell you either.A small treeof memories rustlesin your head, whilea Motown song just wheezes.The last thing you rememberis a doctor shrugging off the cure.You feel for the light switchbut only...

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