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Where My Writing Moans

Dearest sister, if you are reading this- I have passed on, will you please have my name and "a poet" engraved upon; the stone that marks my decaying bones, where my writing ever moans . . . ___________________________ April 21, 2019 Poetry/Rhyme/Where My Poetry Moans Copyright Protected, ID 19-1136-387-02 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. Excerpt from my poem, Muse, A Sweet Bird Flown

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Date: 4/23/2019 4:50:00 PM
Wise choice indeed, a happy choice.
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Constance La France
Date: 4/24/2019 8:11:00 AM
Caren, thanks for visiting my poem !
Date: 4/23/2019 4:02:00 PM
I agree with your idea, like..totally! Panagiota
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Constance La France
Date: 4/24/2019 8:12:00 AM
Panagiota, thanks for the comment, I was going to use this in Greg's contest, then I realized the original was written for and placed in one of his contests !
Date: 4/21/2019 9:48:00 AM
We all want to live on after we pass. If my descendants read some of my poetry after I'm gone, that would be so cool. Have a great day my friend.
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Constance La France
Date: 4/21/2019 6:28:00 PM
David, thanks for visiting, one hopes our words will be still read after we have flown away ~

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