Depleted Reserves Poem by Brad Saunders
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Depleted Reserves
This existence I've grown to loath,
Of affection it does me deprive,
I withdraw to my familiar cove,
Patiently awaiting the Reaper's scythe.
He scowls down, in his eye a glint,
I beam in the presence of my saviour,
So relieved I've done my stint,
Hope it's heaven for good behaviour.
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