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Jack Myers

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I've lived my life as if I were my wife
packing for a trip—I'll need this and that
and I can't possibly do without that!

But now I'm about
what can be done without.
I just need a thin valise.

There's no place on earth
where I can't unpack in a flash
down to a final spark of consciousness.

No place