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When I Die

When I demise, If I succumb... I crave you to bury me along with my poetry... Not for them to suffer the putrefaction of the flesh... No, but to remind me that in some dimension, I'm alive... Relating to, fear not, poetry does not rot!

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Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 5/31/2022 12:56:00 PM

Hello Alaka, wos! that is an odd request. Now th\at i think of it It would be the same for me. Salute my dear friend. Darlene

Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 6/1/2022 10:56:00 AM

Hello Alaka, oh, Just a metaphor. Yes an odd request. Salute my dear friend. -----Darlene

Alkas Poetry
Date: 6/1/2022 2:25:00 AM

Only metqphor DEAR, Just POETICAL license, but odd REQUEST yes salute alkas