Friday, October 28, 2011

Another Kind Of Epitaph Comments

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The time I died first, there were days upon days
while you cried, remembering my unique ways.
I rose up and up high above the cemetery wall
while then I could fly and everything beneath looked small,
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Gert Strydom
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Dave Walker 28 October 2011

Love this. A really great poem. Past lifes are what divides a lot of people. Some say your reborn some say not. Great write.

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Johannesburg, South Africa
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