Goodbye
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Mark R Slaughter
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O Fate, don't stare – I need some air,
I'll call for Luck, who's never there!
But Hope, I hope, might turn up soon -
Though that I doubt – there's no Blue Moon.
So Faith perhaps, the final straw
Might rescue me from Reaper's door!
My visage worn, I've one last sigh –
For now He calls for me…
Goodbye.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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