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A Friend ? ©

Death can come in many shapes and forms. It doesn't have to be a violent physical death. There are the slow creeping cancerous one's that invade your body. An enemy that the army has not been able to train you against, it can only prepare you for acceptance with dignity for an untimely end. To bite the bullet.

Jim (Jock) Love
Stonehenge, England
2001

I've seen the weak and the poor,
Met the destitute and the dying.
Destroyed families and lives,
Without really trying.

Death from above,
Death in the air.
Deliverer of pain and suffering
I've developed quite a flair.

Pass me another bottle,
Share a cigarette with me.
Only when it's dark
Can you feel safe with me!

Who am I?


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