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Now, Birth
and Death are both the same,
What once we were, we then became,
The unborn stay inside the womb,
While we are buried in the tomb.
Though
dead and gone, we soon spring forth,
While some head 'South', some others 'North',
This thing called Death is just a screen,
And for a time we're caught between.
For Death
is just an attitude,
But this one thing we can conclude,
As unborn babes are given birth,
Once we are dead, we leave this Earth.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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