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Oct 2016
My time is done
I had my fun
I cannot mend
times at its end

I pass the torch
my body's scorched
do not cry
my soul now flies

Say a toast and drink a beer
remember good times, when I was here
remember hunting and catching fish
remember I loved you, that is my wish.
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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