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Grave Stones
They stood like soldiers in a line
Tall and rugged eaten by wind and rain
Sublime
Taken from Earth and carved
Some adorned with flowers others forgotten
Made with marble or stone
weathered rotten
The volcano's warning
Will claw all into strife
And start again this endless reverie
Life.
poem
by
Margaret Beil
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