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His death did not surprise me As old men go he went quite well Happy After his bride of oh those long years His final moments were torrid Reaching out for Her Hoping she was there I cried then as I often do still For his eyes can cry no longer Happy His longyear in my soul His final moments my hope That past this mudded breath She is there.
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Apr 6, 2011
Apr 6, 2011 at 9:36 PM UTC
Longyear
His death did not surprise me As old men go he went quite well Happy After his bride of oh those long years His final moments were torrid Reaching out for Her Hoping she was there I cried then as I often do still For his eyes can cry no longer Happy His longyear in my soul His final moments my hope That past this mudded breath She is there.
copyright 2011 T.P.Mooney
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Apr 6, 2011
Apr 6, 2011 at 9:36 PM UTC
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