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FAR BENEATH
by
Poet Or Writer!. !. !.

Far beneath I do slumber,
far beneath I do sleep,
the soil so soft and rich will ever be my pillow
and the grass will always grow like fine
silk upon my bed!.

My eyes will no longer open and my mouth
will never move!.
My fingers folded, to rest upon my
still chest,
My arms bent gently in a final rest!.

My Lungs will never again be filled
with sweet sweet air,
my ears never to hear the gentle calling of morning birds!.

Far beneath I do slumber,
far beneath I do sleep,
far above is the grass and the tomb stone that reads
“rest in peace”Www@QuestionHome@Com

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