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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Sad news whence somber church bells peal n pews packed tight to pay homage to Graham Dixon while each mourner doth rues in due time exits the sepulchral chamber in ones or twos. an untimely death tis like a whip that stings naked flesh unimaginable by this papa of two lovely teenage daughters fresh into throes of young adulthood, where world (wide web) at fingertips and skein of community. family and illustrious lower merion principled staff wrought mental health network that purportedly serves as a mesh... how and/or why (this father doth ask himself) did one life slip thru this intricate weave where tell tale signs of personal turmoil usually writ larger than any pet peeve roils inside (attested by mailer daemons) and doth leave family, friends and strangers dumbstruck and stunned into sorrow per priceless youth did heave himself against premature years of his mortality, whereby even i (a passerby per cyberspace) grieve the permanent loss of promises untold - thus tis death impossible to believe? no words can salve this pain yet, a vicarious impact felt like daggers into my heart they reign while whisking soul of loved indelibly etched against logic, this tragedy doth stain thee entire being of me, an anonymous transient virtual wayfarer before the sands of time for mein kempf will wane. damn helplessness prevails at how to console even a milligram what can this soul offer - when such a brutal slam bangs against the consciousness - where psyche rent asunder - with a wicked WHAM!
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