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Go naked in death

When it’s time to rid myself of these mortal bodily cloths,

/ when they become worn out and will not take

another stitch,

it’s then no doubt I will feel a little cold,

as I go naked and undressed into death.

But I trust it will only be for a short while until I try out my new ones.

© Written by Dominic John Gill www.poetry.net.au  dominicj7@poetry.net.au  January 22, 2007