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