Poem -

As Sure As God Made Little Green Apples

                                                                      Whether one is rich or poor
                                                                       or somewhere in-between ..
                                                                      For those, that do grow old
                                                                      there is a mighty difference,
                                                                     between those of us waiting
                                                                    and those of us wanting to die ..

 

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Neville

It feels like I don't have enough time 

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Neville

RU alien to me or is that the truth by any chance. 

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Marion

You know...I beg to disagree, I'm not really sure there is any difference at all Nev. From an expert dweller on all things death and dark I am now hypcriously going to tell you...don't dwell. That old saying
'could get hit by a bus tomorrow' is probably the truest of all... even if you don't ride em  hugs x

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Neville

I quite like you begging to differ .. you make me question my own beliefs which is not a bad thing at  all  .. x

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Marion

Well... only meant to say that in both cases... the soul.is already dead 
.... probably x

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