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Dec 2024
Shoes are soulless
Void of pace
My time nearly up
In this human race.
For many a year
I’ve
Been hiding
behind a
fruitless face,
Can’t keep up
There’s no
more chase,
My next stop
the cemetery
and
this
will
Be
My final
resting
Place.
Written by
Mark Bell  Portsmouth
(Portsmouth)   
17
 
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