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Nov 2018
For all who make
up humankind:
there is a season
where each may
cavort and frolic
in the sun.

But only for
a fleeting span
of time, until all
return to the ever
elemental matter of:
earth, water and fire.  

Thus,  we   become
mere ghosts in the
memories of those  
who generously
pause in time to
think of us.


Tobias
anthony Brady
Written by
anthony Brady  79/M/Co. Fermanagh. N. Ireland
(79/M/Co. Fermanagh. N. Ireland)   
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