At times, I snooze to believe that you really do exist,
I realize I cannot choose when you shrilly insist,
But no wait …Old man, you confuse,
At this instant, I lose,
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Death is not an old beard man but a butterfly! As proof, just read my poem BUTTERFLY OF DEATH. Well written. Keep writing.