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Jun 2017
Chosen Child, crowned this night,
Whilst fireworks light the sky;
Take over please as ruler now
Before we elders die.

We leave you all this Planet and
Dark Universe beyond;
Your word will travel far and wide,
Like ripples on a pond.

Our generation tires now,
The baton we pass on;
Please take it and run swiftly, for
The human race ... goes on.
Every generation relies on the next generation to take over control at some stage.
Clive Blake
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Clive Blake  67/M/Cornwall UK
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