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9/27/2017 9:35:06 AM

Craig Hawkins
Posts: 3

A year has gone past
As I take my last
My last what, I hear you say
My last day, I sit and pray
Trying to retrieve any happy thoughts
Oh wait there, I used to love my mother’sfreshly cut bread toast
Now all has gone, leaving an empty throne
A place which used to be my home
Where onceI did stand tall
But inside, I was always feeling small
Puny, pathetic, a miserable man
That once upon a time tried to hold togetherthe clan
Now it’s time to lie down, pills in my hand
Am I working to the master plan?
What will I miss? I hear you say
The TV, Radio, Work, in-laws, no way!!
Possibly, The birds tweeting good morning
To the sound of the ex-wife yawning
Only god knows where I will end up
As I pull the duvet cover up
What is the master plan?
Hopefully god is not a con-man!
Now, the year has finally passed
Here, I take my last…

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