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Sep 2014
I am the wind that blows your hair
I am the sun up the summer sky
I am the water that flows in the spring
I am the brightest amongst the stars

Again I saw them grieve at the grave
A nice speech the eulogist gave
Oh dear friends, weep no more
For if anyone should ask
I am not there...
I did not die!!!
Emmanuel Coker
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Emmanuel Coker  London
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