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STONECOLD
He lay straight,
He lay stained,
He lay stoned,
He lay stone-cold.
His eyes closed,
His breath cut,
His bones crushed,
His body stone-cold.
Caught by the inevitable,
Carried by the spirits,
Carried to other spheres,
Confined to the soil.
Man born is sure to die! I like to think graduate to a higher realm.....
Always love unconditionally without reason, and may you give without taking. Abundant Love, Peace, Hugs, Kisses, Joy, and most of all Faith are yours!!!
Pauletta Ruby Boggs
interesting way to look at death