The embossed words:
Strike me once I bleed
Strike me twice I die
and thrice
you choose…
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It’s a very thoughtful poem Leslie, great to have such a gift.
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__Within the thought
stone words
holds all feeling thought
a journey
__Not long ago I visited my parent’s graves, and I left “my two cents.” One penny was minted the year of my father’s passing, the other was struck during the year my mother left us. Primitive, I expect… and yet, the memories remain. _m
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The little memories we leave are important – I love the idea of the cents Doug
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Ah…a perfect poem for Halloween.
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Thanks this was not meant to be a sentimental piece/ the dead will walk again…
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Moonie, I like it that you can turn from a horror writer to a spiritual one with such ease. I enjoyed this one for All Saints Day very much. thanks.
Stop by and read some of my poems on my blog please. would appreciate it.
jt
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James Im not really very horror but thanks – you rock!
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