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Apr 2020
“old”
they called him
shriveled up
a lime

Eternity had spoken
and given birth
to time

his final breath
the air escaped
calm and pleasant
as a rhyme

the words exhaled
to his children
“not a single one a dime”.
Written by
coulorfulSmoke  25/M/Ottawa
(25/M/Ottawa)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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