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Penny Bowmaster Poem
It has passed 800.
So many no longer with us.
The James,Tim,Jack,Albert,Cat,Jill,Terri and on.
Everywhere they came from.
Farms that taught you the twists and turns in life.
Cities that could hold you in the twists and turns in life.
No matter where they came from.
As the song says some gave all.
Copyright © Penny Bowmaster | Year Posted 2005
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Penny Bowmaster Poem
The sound came loud upon the door.
Who is it you ask?
No one answers.
So again you say, "who is it?"
A voice says, "It is I."
So you open the door to find.
Yourself waiting upon the door step.
"Come it is time to move on.'
Copyright © Penny Bowmaster | Year Posted 2006
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