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With Monday to begin
I could feel it on the wind
Clear blue skies filled with sun
I can not fight what is to come

Tuesday here and memories flow
With the breeze, I am soon to go
Friends and family slowly pass
Within their hearts, I will last

As this Wednesday I awaken
A final morning before I am taken
I had a dream I walked alone
A nightmare of flesh and bone

The breath has faded
Heaven and earth will be traded
You will see me once more
Yet I am no more

About G.Edward Smith

A stranger in a strange land...
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