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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required (Dedicated to the memory of my mother Catherine who died June 3, 2011 and was buried June 24, 2011) Sleep. Wake. Sleep Sleep on empty stomach Food and liquor make the journey Eat, make Epicurus laugh double for once Holiness! Is it not about angels and fruits Eden has grapes and bitters The tempters line the trees And chirpy birds blow the flutes The tempers with long tales and the dragon There is a golden chair and a golden crown And a bsket of flowers waiting to waive you in There the master's table you'll see in the morning Ulcer and glaucoma have no role to play So you must eat, launch And lunch to roost There Grace waits for his owns If indeed in the father's house there are many mansions Why could Richman not easily find a room Sone, from the master's table think Analyze, princilpize, study and report Stone, think as you walk around the dais Analyze as you sleep. Principlize Sleep and Sleep Then look back, look to the corners Look at the dome and compare with heavensgate Take note the colors of the priests here and compare See the dark waters, you did not see there before See your scions on the front seats See me, Franco, with the cross of attrition Flung on me by brothers and sister See the masquerades, musketeers See my men dressed in raffia for this Elizbethan epic See the men of the nights and those of the days Filed on the right and on the left with Infant Terrible See the near monks minus opportunity Hiding their faces and long ghoulish tales Rolling out muted laughter or pardon Singing accustomed sonorous tunes for the great See our uncles sibblings whose finest tears I never saw until now See the candor and the incenses that have prevailed Are these not enough comets that the Lord rewards Yes. So then, the sound of the trumpets The trumpeters are your seeded three clans Charging the heavens in swaggers Blazing forth, in pomps celebrating life Dancing this same song of homecoming For Stone, the cornerstone of many parts Cargo of our latest argosy Berthed at the Terminal. Farewell mum.
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