The dying swan danced by with its neck stretched.
The ballerina twisted twirling and turned using her toes to
balance her drooping head.
The audience, forgetting to cross themselves, gave
a rousing ovation, and I standing, stretched
silently while my wife voiced her appreciation.
Arduously, I searched for vital signs in my body.
How precious life is. Bravo.
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