Poem #7
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the waves slowly beat the shore,
and quietly say he will be
no more.
the people begin to gather
'round
the coffin; we now commit to
the ground.
and the pipers begin to play
their song,
the beloved deseased; to oblivion
he now belong.
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but on the horizon their is
hope of new,
the beautiful sun rises, with
red, orange and blue.
a new day begins and the fog
horn sounds.
the rays of light reach to
horizons bounds.
the lives we livem they continue
along,
but we will always remember
our dead and gone.
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by : Todd Gardner
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