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Jul 2016
Sleep did not come as I searched
To find a functional consciousness
The grim reaper seemed to be near

Thoughts raced, then slipped from
my mind, yet I find safe harbor
on the ride looking for an escape.

It's not a safe haven
When you ride Shotgun
for the grim reaper
Willard Wells
Written by
Willard Wells  Sacramento, CA. USA
(Sacramento, CA. USA)   
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