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iight evrybody heres my poem....
"someday"
they cry and cry
with sadness in their hearts
she stands in the chapel
understanding that death
is sleeping but cannot awake
the silky smooth skin
on her mothers levantine arm
brings the memoir of a playing flute
you live, you die, life is to love
as death to hate
Patricia, Shh...she sleeps
"ill miss you mommy"
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