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Your bet

Growing old
Falling to pieces
The Grim Reaper nears.
Pieces of you taken away
Bit by bit and daily.
Time to cleanse your soul
If not irrevocably
Totally dirty and soiled.
No silly Biblical repent -
Only a reality check
As with the Unknown
You place your bet.
Written by robert43041 (Viking)
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