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For Dan
Years of friendship now comes to close
As wooden box enclaves your bones
I incant the dirge picked just for you
Through vaulted halls soft notes flew
White robed deity their incense burn
Satins power to dismiss and spurn
Then wild birds call over open grave
All life’s sins packaged and forgave
As you are lost neath natures clay
Adieu good friend till another day
( For contest,’ Just Poetry’, by Paula Swanson)
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