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The Dead

You know as well as I do the dead don't stay interested in us living people very long Gradually, they lose hold of the earth and the ambition they had and the pleasure they had and the things they suffered and the people they loved That's the way I put it And they stay here while the earth part of them burns away Waiting for the eternal part in them to come out clear What's left when memory is gone and your identity? They no longer have to reach out for a hand to save them For their pain vanishes

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Date: 7/12/2013 10:16:00 AM
This is very good and I think I agree with you. Once we leave this earth - our pain is gone. Thanks for sharing..... Lucilla
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Date: 7/5/2013 9:20:00 PM
Very nice poem!!
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