a lifetime is like
we all deserve to be killed
by being dragged behind
fucking snails. Onward,
we cry, without stopping
taking time for tea, for beer,
for a quick bit
of bite, for company
and for finding good.
Building lasting foundations
in each other
designed
as we should
fit
for eternity
upon this ever backward shifting ground
some stand the pace, as most
fall down
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