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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
Proficient Poet
26 poems written
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