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The Last Farewell

A route a way to speak your mind

Without seeming a bit unkind

An accruing magic, strong behold

Mellifluous voices become uncontrolled

Verses and phrases all equivocatingly said

Circle and pace inside ones head

Eyes travel the pages that have been shred

The mystery, quiet cunning but needs to be solved

Midnight comes, yet still involved

Seeing the words hearing the laughter

Difficult to keep the faith thereafter

There is one thing left to do

Filling out the last IOU

Sitting fancy, praying hard

Strolling down to the lost graveyard.

Much Love Much Life