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Sorry, this is pretty gloomy. I was required to write a one stanza chronos poem. For the
Mr. Chronos(Death)
He deals out random numbers of time, Each face down so no one can see. Some folks receive a ten, Others are allotted twos or threes; Even the wild cards stink. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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