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Do not stand at my grave and weep..
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry..
I am not there. I did not die.
 Jan 2014 Nick Strong
Shelby
Around, all around the sinister creatures gather. My dread grows as doom's scythe lingers above my head. It severs me, darkly as my blood drips to the ground. In horror, I run as my demons approach to take me to hell. Now alone, my cry of mercy falls upon fiery, unforgiving eyes. This is my DEATH
 Jan 2014 Nick Strong
Shelby
Chaplin
 Jan 2014 Nick Strong
Shelby
Chaplin is his name, Sir, Charles Chaplin. A man of many talents one can say. He was a poet, dreamer,  a gentleman, a lonely fellow, always hopeful of romance and adventure and he was The Little *****...END.
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