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Feb 2016
Dear Atlas, come rest your weary bones.
Lay down your burdens upon the sepulcher
And mourn for the bereaved.
Look to the heavens in hopes to catch but a glimpse of that holy entity --
That sweet angel laid to rest an age ago.
Ease your encumbered shoulders
And do take a drawn-out breath
For you, dear Atlas, are deserving of rest.
grace
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grace  F/USA
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   DET, ryn and Eric Jones
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