Death Is Cruel
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His death was so quick,
no goodbye or farewell kiss;
each day I replay this grief.
In a moment gone,
his eyes staring heavenward;
at his tomb I weep.
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August 18, 2017
Sedoka/Death Is Cruel
Copyright Protected, ID 931651
Written for the contest, Oh, How I Miss You
sponsor, Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
Eleventh Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2017
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