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Dec 2015
Who will pen my 'final page of poetry' when I'm called home ?
Will someone render an epilogue to my life's work when my time is done ? Our ghost encapsulated in flesh continues forward at the moment of physical death , therefore I implore of anyone to define for me what constitutes 'the end ?'
Copyright December 4 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved

If we express ourselves from our soul and the soul never dies then we express ourselves forever and a day ..
Randolph Llewellyn Wilson
Written by
Randolph Llewellyn Wilson  Chattahoochee Hills , Ga.
(Chattahoochee Hills , Ga.)   
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