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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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Vincent Rees
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39 poems written
I'm from the SWANSEA VALLEY, in WALES 🏴, I like the DEEP thought provoking stuff ,also I like humourous poetry. Main goal - LOVE + PEACE + UNIVERSAL HARMONY for now peace ✌
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