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To Mourn The Death Of...
We are gathered here today
to mourn the death of past poetry
we gave her voice our individuality
we gave her our soul inspired oratory
we gave her blood in our veins sensitivity
we sacrificed all to give you image creativity
we fade children of mist pass in history
cry not you who read our obituary.
poem
by
Terence George Craddock
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