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Unformatted text preview: My bed is unmade: sheets on the floor and blankets ready to fly out the door. Ms. Death announces she'll make up the bed. I beg her not to bother: just leave it like that. She insists and replies that our date's for tonight, snuggles down and adds that she's in love and in the mood I answer that I've made a promise, on the level, not to two-time life. She says go to the Devil. Ms. Death is sitting at the foot of my bed. This wretched Lady Death has got the hots for me and wants to suck me drier than a fig plucked off a tree. I grab a big stick and try to whack her on the head. Now she wants to lie down for a minute by my side just to sleep a little, I need not be afraid. From respect, I don't suggest her reputation's not so good. Ms. Death is sitting at the foot of my bed. Mi cama est deshecha: sbanas en el suelo y frazadas dispuestas a levantar el vuelo. La muerte dice ahora que me va a hacer la cama. Le suplico que no, que la deje deshecha. Ella insiste y replica que esta noche es la fecha. Se acomoda y agrega que esta noche me ama. Le contesto que cmo voy a ponerle cuernos a la vida. Contesta que me vaya al infierno. La muerte est sentada a los pies de mi cama. Esta muerte empeosa se calent conmigo y quisiera dejarme ms chupado que un higo. Yo trato de espantarla con una enorme rama. Ahora dice que quiere acostarse a mi lado slo para dormir, que no tenga cuidado. Por respeto me callo que s su mala fama. La muerte est sentada a los pies de mi cama. (Babelfish) My bed is exhausted: sheets in the ground and frazadas arranged to raise the flight. The death says now that it is going to me to make the bed. Suplico him that no, that leaves it exhausted. She insists and talks back that tonight it is the date. One complies and she adds that tonight she loves to me. I answer to him that how I am going to put horns to him to the life. Conversation that goes me to hell. The death is seated on the feet of my bed. This empeosa death was warmed up with me and wanted to leave me absorbed more than higo. I try to frighten it with an enormous branch. me and wanted to leave me absorbed more than higo....
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This note was uploaded on 03/30/2008 for the course CAL Spn350 taught by Professor Cabanas during the Spring '08 term at Michigan State University.
- Spring '08