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The Final Stone

Beneath this engraved stone I forever rest, all my pain has vanished, all my worries are long gone, all the tearful goodbyes have dried up. I am now a polished piece of rock; a hyphen, a small dash, represents my entire existence... I tried so hard to be so much more. Take loving care of what I have become. For "Stones" contest sponsored by Rick Parise.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 6/21/2011 10:57:00 AM
Very unique take on the "stones" theme, George. We like to think that all our cares disappear when we die, but Mark Twain had a different idea. He wrote a very witty short story about a graveyard that had been left in disarray. The skeletons emerged from the graves and carried their coffins in search of a spot where their remains would be cared for. It is sad to think that the engravings on a tombstone represent a peron's "entire existence," but in many cases this is true. Love, Carolyn
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Date: 6/13/2011 10:35:00 PM
WOW, one of my favorites I've seen in this contest. Why couldn't I have thought of this??
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Date: 6/13/2011 8:28:00 PM
wow what a take on the contest George.. tremendous vision in this write luv.. good luck in the contest.. this will be in the final judging for sure luv..
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Date: 6/13/2011 11:38:00 AM
how uplifting, george... love the sensitive imagery.. winning's best with huggs! :)
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