He who dies with most the toys is, nonetheless, still dead.

POETRY

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Common as muck she sparkled

In the back of a green transit van

Breathless as i tunes was shuffling

From Morrisey through to Chopin



Knocked up in that lay-by by Streatham

Named her baby Sweet Charity Hope

Then busked for two years down in Newquay

Reading tarot and selling some dope



Now she lives on a barge by Devizes

She's christened it Live Your Life More

But weeps whilst her cancer advances

Charity stares through the crack of the door