The Shooting
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Death comes and knows your name and will collect
Good deeds done will not save your soul death calls
When the shot is made the gun is deaths means
This cruel world will seem so swift yet pass
You will know that peace will last eternal
Weep not for me I’ve passed – weep for those left
My tears will fall no more but loved ones shed
My death a crime you did not know my name
Your life now spent and jail your final address
One shot taken and our two life's ruined.
comp entry 06/11/2016
another shot in the dark :-) we shall see
Copyright © Stephen Pennell | Year Posted 2016
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