A chance to live, a chance to die.
Sometimes there's no choice, only the question, why?
The birth of a baby, so precious and pure.
My gran dies of cancer, of which there's no cure.
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Glad and a Millioair darling...nice read ryhms well Kiss HUG from dave xxx