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11/09/2025
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Vincent Rees Novice Poet

THE FINAL HOURS

Mans body prepares to die, Into the sky his soul will fly. Free at last from his pains. Free at last from this game. The final hours,as they go by. All around him, his family cries. But despair not,his dearest friends. His pain fades, As the final hours end. Vincent rees.

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