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Each breath we take draws us near to our death! More days added are wonderful but they mean less remains on our calendar. We are living on borrowed time, make most of each moment!



     poem : With Every Breath! 
 

With Every Breath:
We wrinkle,  we walk stealth.
Cold yet on heath, 
Our beauty shall earth.
Wisdom filled path
To a rest, non- like Sabbath
Flesh-farming,  Undertaker soweth


With Every Breath:
Less remaineth,
More added,  is subtracted by He who counteth!
Out of womb,  into earth
No escape,  ask biblical  Meth’
Death,  a beast that swarth!

With Every Breath :
I move from birth,
One flavor yet for month
Thought this Wordsmith!

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