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Feb 2021
It's the only page in your diary marked as free
As none of us know when that day will be
Who will turn up as I'm lowered into the ground
The landing of box to soil being my final sound
As life only has one certainty and that sadly is death
For nobody knows what lies beyond as we take our final breath

JJB
John Bartholomew
Written by
John Bartholomew  44/M/Cambridge
(44/M/Cambridge)   
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   Imran Islam
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