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Jul 2018
These few hours that are mine to keep
remind me that nobody will regret
my passing - no fond family will weep.
Some friends will think of me and then forget.

I am no loss, unless, perhaps, to England,
her fields and farms and winding country lanes,
her rivers and her heather-covered moorland
where wild ponies gallop in the rains.
Written by
Sinjun  M
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