Sick To Death
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A funeral today and another on Friday! One was a good friend, the other a too young Pastor's wife. A sad week. Sigh...
death, death, death - i’m sick to death
of death
and all things ill
and things that creep and crawl
we won’t need to talk of life
no need to say
c’est la vie
that is life
when we arrive in afterlife
we will be and that’s all we’ll need to be
with all our loved ones there
8/23/2022
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2022
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