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By Unchained Date: 2001 Aug 24 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.24.01.40.20369]] |
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Bring me no flowers to cover the sod. Let the Diggerman tamp the last of the broken grass without their scent to cover the raw and ugly clay. Stop instead and place your hand here where I will rest and if you whisper that you knew I loved you more than life... All will be well. All will at last be well. |