Kss of death.
No, it's not a typo.
Yesterday, doing what old people do, I read the obituaries.
In reading the obits, I saw my name in there. Almost.
It was my first name and my last name, with one vowel's difference.
Close cull.
A brash with death.
Saved by a vowel.
Thank you [insert vocative comma here] Vanna White!
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1 comment:
A brash with death? well, OK, if you must put it that way
~ have a good one ~
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