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![Image for the poem We all go home to die](/images/uploads/poemimages/431630.jpg?1633461763)
We all go home to die
Half Moon Beach, soft sand under my feet
Gloucester Massachusetts,
my resting place in peace
And how fortuitous that I am bipolar
I never give up!
Last day on the listing page
I hit the lottery, affordable housing
in Boston, is contrary.
Witchy women am I
7 beaches moving to Essex county
It is my destiny, my dying wish
with Salem, right down the street
~spooky~
Wildlife and nature at my fingertips
what’s this, happiness?
could be.
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