Saturday 9 January 2021

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we come into the world and there is mum

we leave the world on our own 

it is a bleak dark and lonely end

there is no one there 

we are on our own

there are gods of course

no rush 

get in the queue

plenty to go around 

some of us forgo ours

we don’t step over

we don’t pass away

we don’t move on

it’s just a wee end of we in the grand un-scheme of things

it’s a dark word to capitalise on


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