Lasts

by SunShine   Sep 28, 2006


For everything there must come a last
A last minute, a last hour, a last month, day or year
A last drink, a last coke, a last tequilla, scotch or beer
A last love, a last heart, a last kiss, hug or rage
Or even the last words written on a page
But the worst last thing is your last breath
Because what is to follow will surely be your death

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