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Nov 2016
As of late I have felt uninspired
And I apologise profusely
To me
For being morbid
For being absolutely absurd
And not treasuring a single moment any more
I used to have moments of impact
Moments that I could hold onto
I've lost that
I don't know how
But I have
And this is a sad truth I have established
My sad life
Filled with brilliance
Yet I walk morbidly in the misty night
Embarking on a journey
Yet losing sight of the prize
Elizabeth Burns
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Elizabeth Burns  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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     Timothy, --- and Keith Wilson
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