"If I am going to die
Let it be a clean death
No rubble over my corpse
No many cuts in my head or chest
No distraction in my bedroom
No broken dishes or glasses in the kitchen
Leave my iron jackets and pants in the closet untouched
For I may wear some of them after the funeral
Do not harm my kids
There are still many poetry books to read
Many fairy tales and many new poems to write
Some of which we've already lived
in Gaza"
"Green lightning is fun when the Golden Perfection is not immediately at hand." --Past Master
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