There was a young man who was coughing
But it wasn’t the cough – ‘twas the coffin
They’d carry him off
Ending the cough
And ending a life in the offing
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I love writing - poetry mainly, but the odd thought or story may find its way to the page as prose. I'd love to contribute to poetry and writing groups near my home by the sea but the dreaded clock seems to beat me most times. I do happen to contribute to https://cosmofunnel.com, a poetry website with 'panache'. Check it out for a different take on things.
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