Time to go.

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Time to go.

 

Is that a bugle call I hear

It cannot be, it cannot be

But I still hear it loud and clear

It sounds advance triumphantly.

 

I must obey I can’t stay here

My time is up I have to go

The bugle only I can hear

Is adamant it must be so.

 

Though facing death I feel no fear

Death is a friend and not my foe

I’ve outlived those who I held dear.

Though I believe I do not know.

 

That when I leave this world behind.

Old friends will not be hard to find.

 

Monday, 28 January 2013

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[Tate Morgan]

I will remember you I will lay my pen in reverence upon the ground beside your feet. My friend.