Euthanasia - Poem by bobby beddoe
Way back there when the dawn of our lives graced the sky,
We didn’t know that at life’s dusk we’d be told to die.
So, I’d say to Obama,
Who gave birth to this Drama,
“I’ll sure be glad when it’s your turn! ” – That’s my reply!
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