Poetry in notions
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Oh, wait, I know this one…
How on earth do I suddenly have all my friends in their seventies?
And not much in between
You can’t control what happens before you’re born or after you are dead
Age old story
First the body grinds to a screaming halt; then the mind quickly follows
Or nearly always, at random
Prayer in wartime is always a vain appeal against randomness
