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think nothing of death
old man sits at his desk
with his cigarettes, his papers, his books
and his scotch, but
no clocks, no timepieces
whatsoever to remind him
of the time he has left
Published 21st Dec 2024
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21st Dec 2024 2:38am
Sums up my father .....albeit without the cigarettes and scotch which he jettisoned years ago.
Lovely piece.
Lovely piece.
21st Dec 2024 3:51am
