The eternal timer finally sounds
The final act of dying.
All alone with self
No tears no crying
It’s not sad to die
When sat upon the chair
Practical dying
The dying of ones hair
Dedicated to Mary
Who was dying alone this evening
The eternal timer finally sounds
The final act of dying.
All alone with self
No tears no crying
It’s not sad to die
When sat upon the chair
Practical dying
The dying of ones hair
Dedicated to Mary
Who was dying alone this evening
Poetry of Every Day 
Love it.!@@@ took me a minute..though.. xx
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Clever! You caught me out and gave away Mary’s secret.
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