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My Final Adventure

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I wipe off the sweat that tickles my brow
Father Time whispers “you’re late”.
The sun lays down on its bed of clouds,
As I run head on to the bait.
I know what will happen,
And yet I don’t care.
Life silent as Chaplin,
As I fly down the stairs.
My weapon is loaded,
My friend in danger,
Common sense is abandoned,
As I approach the stranger.
She runs free and doesn’t look back.
But the last thing I see is the world going black.




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