When all ticking is gone
And the sweet sound fades
to a sudden halt-
Would I decay to bone,
My name carved into stone,
Left to rest on my head,
The pointer swing down,
And my maggot sanctuary rise
in full glory and gloom.
The moon’s morbid shades,
The ghost’s left instead,
The heaven, the Hell,
The wrong turn took me down.
Sure, this isn’t nice
It’s a hard story to tell,
But surely it’s no surprise-
My Swatch’s battery has to die.
In South Africa today security plays a vital part in any business or private home. This book and the volumes to follow, will guide you step by step through the essential precautionary measures to be taken in protecting your family and valuables. From employing security guards, evacuation of your site and security measures to burglar bars and alarms in your private home.
a Book compiled by me from experience gained after 10 years in the security industry as Industrial relations officer with Nosa qualifications, 1st Aid, fire protection and also S.O.B. grade A.
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