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Dec 2016
What images swirl through the dying mind
of a man who’s been peppered with shot?
Does life pass in review, as some have claimed true?
Is he judged and found wanting? Then what?


Or does he embrace and take leave of this place
as life’s’ blood empties out of his veins.
Is the thought of her face the one instance of Grace
When only a moment remains.
John F McCullagh
Written by
John F McCullagh  63/M/NY
(63/M/NY)   
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   Doug Potter
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