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Friday, June 10, 2011

Poem for the Found

Every little smile, every precious breath

holds it's own in Time,

lives on in spite of Death.

Every kind word captured,

Every good will done

Lives in a place where there is no Night,

Nor no need for a Sun.

Let Every Memory,

Let Every Act of Love,

Remind us that there is No Strife.

Earth may have claimed a body,


He Has WON a Life.

Written by Me, Inspired by Jesus, Dedicated to Mrs. Janette and so many others we have lost.

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