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Monday, 1 July 2024

Slow To Go

I still often think of Clare, who was my life,

While with her I was insanely off my head,

I had a bad bladder problem causing strife

And so my utmost wish to was to be dead,

But we so persevered despite my bad grief

Of having a judgmental past of of a thief,

But she was kind enough to put it in bed.


I often think of how we melted in each-other,

With us both having been an excellent lover,

She meant all and everything to doting me

And I aptly wanted to raise a loving family.


But alas she was aghast when I tried to pass - 

Selfishly cutting myself  from head to toe

With being so ill, not thinking of my lass

Being upset and from thereon not in tow.


She 

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