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Thursday, November 18, 2010

One of my mother's poems



This Is The Place
Below The Hill
Where Tragedy
Occurred
A Spot Of Blood
The Ruffled Snow
A Sign
Of A Wounded
Bird

Here Is A Heart
Where Love Has Died
A Tragedy As Deep
Yet Never A Sign
Of Weary Years
Nor Spot To Mark
The Pain And Tears
Only Eyes That
Weep



  Marguerite Day Burnetto (December 16, 1923 – December 3, 2004)

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