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Life's EndLike a windmill turns so does my life, slowly becoming dust in the winds. Time has placed me in this strife, and now I must pay for Adam’s sins. I’ve had my days in the sun. Days of love, joy and fun. I cry not for eternal life, just a few more days with my loving wife. Then I shall meet the hooded phantom head on and from this world forever be gone. Jackie R. Kays Copyright…2004 Vote for this poem
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