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Jul 2020
I am slowly slipping
my fingertips
no longer gripping
all progress
in regress
and i do feel
a need to confess
that i base my decision
on a questionable guess
but then without more
then that's it  
naught  else to address
nothing more
nothing less
than a wordless postmortem
as  it takes its last breath
then goes to find  out
if there is life after death!
Keith W Fletcher
Written by
Keith W Fletcher  63/M/Oklahoma
(63/M/Oklahoma)   
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