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Dec 2017
My friends call it a transition
A new phase of life
The guiltmongers scowl
"Not everyone is as lucky as you"
I sit with drink in hand
And watch the setting sun
The transition from this phase
Is death.
David Hill
Written by
David Hill  Lansing Michigan
(Lansing Michigan)   
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