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Jan 2015
I fell from the top of a tall block of apartments.



How I remember my children growing

and the never-ending beauty of my wife

my boy and my girl, so full of knowing

my darling, the centre of my humble life.





But the ground rushes up at me as I fly down so fast.





I’ve loved the same woman for all of my time

contented and happy and passionate are we

I remember the night full of ***** and lime

when I asked my love if she would marry me.



And still the ground races up at me…





What joy we have had on our long journey here

with some pains that we’ve shared and endured

sadness has crept in and occasional fear

but we beat it all back and we still feel assured.





I hit the ground --- there is nowhere else to go…



Did I make it…did I not?

Was it a dream…was it not?

©The Executor acting for Joe Wilson – The Fall…2015
Joe Wilson
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