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[handsomejack]

Warm summer sun,
Shine kindly here.
Warm southern wind,
Blow softly here.
Green sod above,
Lie light, lie light,
Good night, dear heart,
Good night, good night.For the longest time I thought that poem was by Mark Twain. He used it as an epitaph on his daughter's tombstone. Didn't realize till I was looking for it one time to say at a funeral that

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private voice

[protect_them]

You've placed your faith in the wrong person, Jack.

private voice

[handsomejack]

I don't believe that, Gwen. I've always had faith in you.

private voice

[protect_them]

You might be the only one lately.

How are you?

private voice

[handsomejack]

They'll come around.

I'm fine.

[disregard_death]

Well... technically, it was Twain's work. Willow and Wattle was a book work and the last lines of Richardson's work were copyright similar however:

Warm summer sun, shine friendly here
Warm western wind, blow kindly here;
Green sod above, rest light, rest light,
Good-night, Annette!
Sweetheart, good-night!

Annette was a pretty poem.

I apologize to jump in, I enjoy literature conversation.

[handsomejack]

It's quite alright, normally I enjoy such conversations as well.

I've just always felt it a beautiful little poem and for this instance fitting.

[disregard_death]

Have you read the rest of willow and Watte? It's quite good. I prefer Twain's short story works to most of his other things. I spent quite a bit of my Sophomore year with The Man that Corrupted Hadleyburg.

Puppy's hugging you with the power of his mind

[coffeenspeed]

[ooc: so late to the party it's not even funny. backdate?]

Puppy's hugging you with the power of his mind

[handsomejack]

[ooc: Sure thing! Unless you'd rather pounce on Thom? :D]