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Poetry By: Wehtam Gull

An old man is dying

Submitted:Feb 23, 2013    Reads: 5    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

Truth the man coughed, from his bloody chaffed lips

his teeth, out of reach in a vegiemite jar

the hell and the glory of a middle aged man

who knows what he knows, but can what he can

toilet trips afterwards, in yellow and green

see him lying there dying

you'll know what I mean


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