The Slate

Posted by: Ray MacRae, Tue 7 Jun, 2011
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Ray MacRae

The Slate

Raymond E MacRae 28 May 2001

We are given a slate with our first breath,

Upon which we record our life until death.

When we die we don’t get the slate

But what is writ is what we take.

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