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Jan 13
August 12th,
Clear sunny day.
All seemed good,
But there was death to pay.

I dove into a perfect blue pool.
My skin refreshed by the cool.
My mind at peace.
I always felt that way in water.
But there was death to pay.

I laid there cold and ashen gray.
Because there was death to pay.

Many days have passed since then,
Somehow I cheated death my friend.
I live in wonder everyday,
Thankful that my bill was paid.
JB Scotsman
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