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Mar 2016
Sooner or latter your numbers gonna come up
Sooner or latter you'll have to drink from that cup

That's the reason I got my phone disconnected
Maybe, just maybe I won't be affected

But death plays for keeps
It's only job is to reap
Very few get a reprieve
Death is very hard to appease

So live every day like there is no tomorrow
Don't leave behind bad memories or sorrow

Because you might not even make it through the day
So leave them all something good to say
About your life and how you lived it
Even if you lived to be a hundred, you'll have to admit
Life is to short
Sooner or latter we'll be standing in the Almighty's court
Pauline Morris
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Pauline Morris  51/F/Southern Illinois
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