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Fragile
It happens all the time,
Someone leaves home
In the morning
And never returns,
Someone is left to retrieve
The body,
Of course we are all aware
That this happens,
But not until we get the call
Do we really realize
How fragile it all is,
How many pieces
That cannot be put
Back together,
How we might have done
Things differently
If only we had known.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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