Im just keeping it real...
on the off beat tracks
singing a song,
miming the lost words
“oh darling buts of may”
reseive me well...
For sceleton autum leaves
are dancing in the wind
ever changing, deteriorating
to compost grounds
full of Sicamore trees
behind the scene winters waiting
Beyone borders is solutude spaces
ragged hoars wisperings of wind
death consumes your last will
the last words is seldom head
it is as silent as a stone angel
that sits and waits on your grave?
What wil your last song be
will it be with a wimper of a bang
how will your truth be known
will the chanting be
for what that has being lost
or death that has conclude me
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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