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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392473" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Stories from the Grave...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392473" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Stories fom th' grave, speak their tales....on winds of faith<br>Methodically, we lay our wreaths and sweet moon orchids <br>Standing o'er the steel-grey rock, with conscientious hope<br>Our whispered prayers somehow touch th' soul we beckon</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392473" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Death's voice...cannot be qualified 'less you've been there <br>Yet, i've heard premonitions voice......choirs with credence <br>Of Sunday stories taught by men in black with white collars<br>An' faith, born of fear, as to when our winds of Death come</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392473" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Stories from th' grave, shed no light upon th' deep unknown<br>Still, we follow olde traditions, in hopes to find new answers<br>We'll speak to steel-grey stone, upon......soft, unleveled soil <br>In hopes that all these stories olde......be blessed with truth</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392473" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Perhaps, somewhere beyond th' winds....lay all th' answers</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Frank+James+Ryan+Jr.">Frank James Ryan Jr.</a></strong></div>

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