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Liz John Poem
I see the old train station where it used to come and where it would depart.
There memories untold
Though you cannot see anyone, you know that there are those still there at heart.
Wood is now of mold,
Is an old jail just across, feeling eyes watching you making you want to dart.
The memories seem cold
Of this sad place, where two trains came violently apart.
The stories can't be told
Of what the individuals went through that sad bleak day of old
That the ghosts there still hold
Copyright © Liz John | Year Posted 2021
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Liz John Poem
This year you are not here
So many memories we hold of you so dear
There was not any cure
We didn't know that your death would be very near
Our hearts are sad and there is an emptiness here
Though where you are is pure
There is no longer any pain, sadness or fear
He's wiped your every tear
You soar with angels and the Lord's voice you can hear
You are in His presence and all you feel is cheer
You got to see Jesus on His birthday this year
We think on these and send our love to heaven dear
Copyright © Liz John | Year Posted 2022
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Liz John Poem
Weiner dog
You brighten our days
Adorable and sweet
True friend
Tubby, fuzzy bundle of joy!
Copyright © Liz John | Year Posted 2021
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