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upon here do she lay pride full of pain a tattered cloth in stills her name Mother Earth- her siblings , ,man
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Farewell lovers, friends and foes. I leave to you my debts and woes.
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She always said, "Just plant a rose." I want my grandchild to find her, to place his small hand upon the grass, to know she is always there to find, So shall I be, when I am gone. Come find me! When you touch the earth, above my ashes, ground yourself in my love. I will always be a part of each of you, you will find me in the center of your heart. Love flows between us, among us, and through us. Love surrounds you, and you are never alone.
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lines on this stone hold no part of what was written on her heart
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If only words had failed her as did so many men driven to speak her mind quiet now, outspoken then.
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Innocence, the freedom from guilt, Cannot prevent the flower's wilt, When the winds have blown their harshest harsh, Please think of me fondly within your heart.
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writers live in worlds of war, in galaxies unseen, in hearts and minds and temperaments from frenzied to serene.
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An epitah for me, I guess, "in spite of downs, I loved this mess."
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So much to say so may rhymes she came in peace & committed no crimes
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whiperwill and a handful of dust he tried many but succeeded at lust gave it his all and persuaded few pleasantries always kept his view
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Billy Wilder I'm a Writer but then Nobody's Perfect
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Here I lay,in much need rest writers block,the final quest paper an pen,gripped in my hands words don't stop,I wrote too the end
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to this end I wrote my epitaph unbridled to the end "always good for a laugh"
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she didn't miss one single kiss some she'd dismiss still life was bliss
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Writing is a chore I meet with great defiance. I think I'll take a little break, and try out rocket science.
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Tabitha (Dorcas)
there are no pictures of her no socks or clothes she mended just rows of paper dolls she cut and broken lives she tended
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His daddy was a cowboy and that explains his lot His luck with hounds and horses and the battles that he fought
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Where woods stretched on from hill to hill Mcmansions gleam with toxic thrill.
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no one knows the mistletoe hangs just so. so no opportunity for kisses I misses
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RE: Tabitha (Dorcas)
Paper dolls in paper dresses discarded now as paper messes.
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RE: RE: Tabitha (Dorcas)
paper dolls shredded perhaps meant to be some forgotten celebration's overlooked confetti
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I came, I saw, I conquered, prevailing to the end. I calmly died while still a bride, no wife, but still a friend.
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