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I cannot say, and will not saythat he is dead. He is just away.
Posted on 12 June 2010 at 13:24 in American, On Death in a War or by Violence, On the Death of Someone Loved, On Those Dying Young | Permalink
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It is the most beautiful poem. It help me go thru hard times, facing to lose my father
f marcy |
22 September 2011 at 19:59
to susan overhage,our dearest friend we hope this poem will help you through the day for it has always been special to us through a hard time. welove you and are with you everyday. love,nels & jean
Jeanne Fors |
10 May 2013 at 16:27
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