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Aug 2015
The last thing
that his living eyes,
lay rest upon
before the end.
All magical and mystical.
Things his mind could not explain.
The faces and the memories,
all flowing,
freely, through the sky.
They joined his final memory,
of how he ever wondered why.
Peter Cullen
Written by
Peter Cullen  Clane Co.Kildare Ireland
(Clane Co.Kildare Ireland)   
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