This is horribly late because i fell asleep at 8pm last night., half way through writing it.
http://m.bbc.co.uk/news/world-africa-12305154
He’s an old man now:
Ninety four: no one could say
He’s in his prime.
He has no fear of death
And yet
We cannot quite accept
It might be time.
And should he even live
To see a century
His life will be too short
By twenty seven years.
keep going Sarah! only 12 days to go! fab job on all your poems, thanks!
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