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pumpkin poem

if i should die, think only this of me
never in all my life
leave the lovely words unsaid
like eagles on up high
grieve not for the invisible
out of the window a sea of green trees
winged shadows sweeping by
full of tears
gone before us
i have heard them in the night
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me

 



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