I met them in the post office

  They were kind of tall

  And called me a novice

  They told me to return to school

  I said no, it wasn't my flow

  They nodded sagely

  And had something to show

  I was interested not greatly

  But I went anyway

  My boredom was not small

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  I had nothing else to do today

  After all

  They showed me a box

  Which made mechanical noise

  In which were some clocks

  They told me to avoid

  My hand fell upon one

  Which I felt drawn to

  It looked ominous and not fun

  It said half past two

  I looked up at the reapers face

  That is your death time it said

  I ran outside, but they advised me it was no race

  Then something hit my head

  Later I would learn

  That fate could have been avoided

  Death was what I earned

  Strangers advice is best heeded