Don't worry about sleep even though I try,
Reckon I'll get enough when I die.
Think there's a corridor with a lift on either side,
Asking if you have anything to declare.
You may think I'm joking,
How would you like to spend your eternity.
Smoking or none smoking.

Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-09-18 at 18:11

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