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SILK AND PLASTIC FLOWERS,
FADED BY THE SUN.
A GRANITE BENCH TO SIT ON,
ROSES..
CHISELED IN EACH END.
FACING SOUTH..
BENEATH THREE CEDAR TREES.
TO REST..
TO THINK..
TO OVERLOOK THE GRAVES HERE,
AND PONDER...
WHEN WILL IT BE ME....
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A PLACE TO REST
A PLACE TO REST
