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Aug 2018
Life is not daunting, callous or done
Not something to be overcome

Life is to be had...
Dangerous, Comfortable, Happy or Sad.
He knew that.

A rare kind of person.

He tore through life
Every inch, every opportunity taken.

Life was wonderful,
sometimes woeful ,
But it was all Had!

He filled those around him
with the urge
to
do
Something!

He left a mark and a gap
many fail to leave
despite more years had.

He knew that.
Written by
Ellen Derbyshire  London
(London)   
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