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Aug 2012
I found a haven,
Made for honest heathens,
Whose desperate search for answers,
Are understood as riddles and dancers,
That once the clock of life has stopped is ticking,
Graceful through the gates I go not screaming and kicking,
I know the haven is heaven,
The number on the door is my lucky number seven.
written in 2009
Simon Clark
Written by
Simon Clark
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