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Will

By John I. Blair

While Iím still compos mentis,
In full possession of my wits,
Itís time to write a will (or have it written).

What a dreary thought it is
That I wonít live forever,
Nor be in tight control, as now I fool myself.

Disposing of my assets
(And also of my debts)
Appears so metaphorical .

. . I wish it were as easy
To dispose of sins and merits
In an equitable fashion

As it is to leave the house,
The car, the mortgage,
Credit card accounts, cats.

©2003 John I. Blair  

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