Tuesday, September 25, 2018

Epitaph Comments

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The oxygen of hope expires
I shudder
And my past breath
fades from the mirror,
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Tom Billsborough
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Crayon Poet 25 September 2018

Death loses its arrogant grip on you as you pass into new life, your serene insights and courage fully intact for a ride into the unknown - these compact lines are loaded with intriguing substance!

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Tom Billsborough 25 September 2018

Thanks, Crayon. As I told you it did appear fairly quickly on New poems. I did go to the Doctor's today and was given a clean bill of health. Mind you my pulse rate was a little higher than normal. But the nurse holding my hand was very attractive! She might just qualify for tonight's fantasy!

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Crayon Poet 25 September 2018

Good going! - your enhanced adrenaline flow while being cared for by the nurse might have been the greatest sign of your ongoing vigor ;)

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Richard Wlodarski 25 September 2018

Thank God for your notes, Tom. You had me scared to death. Your poem is full of life. I like it. A lot!

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Tom Billsborough 25 September 2018

you know someone said I was immortal or was it immoral! No, I seem to carry on despite my smoking habit. It does help my concentration when I'm writing, so I risk the trade off. So far so good!

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Richard Wlodarski 29 September 2018

Tom, meditation would be a much better trade off!

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Tom Billsborough

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