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Jul 2010
A saint in life you have hardly been.
So, don't go foraging through my sins.
There are worse things I could have done.
There is a few, I should have shunned.
Yet, I have stared my skeletons in the eye.
Came through it with my head held high.
Regrets?  Of course, I have a few.
But, nothing that has dimmed the view,
of the life that I have led.
I am at peace, upon my bed.
Paula Swanson
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