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WHAT I WRITE IS OFTEN FROM THE HEARTYou hear this often in poetry and prose This week more than ever the feelings flows You expect your younger Sister to live forever So finding words of compassion I'm not so clever A week gone past in remorse I must move on Raise my eyes to the Heavens and beyond When next we meet I will be beneath new planted lawn I can only say dear Sis, you are in heaven where you belong Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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