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      A Red Rose

When I die, place a red rose at my head and

always think of me as alive, never think of 

me as dead.


Cry not for me, for I lived longer than 

most and my life was filled with sweet

wine, roses and loving people.


Life is like a warm summer and some 

day must come to an end so as to make 

room for the next red rose to begin.


Jackie R. Kays

(c) 3/25/14

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