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Chapter II · Poetry

Headstone

Days will pass And a time will come When life’s been lived And the race has been run I’ll have given my all To do what was good I’ll find peace in the fact You knew where I stood Whether linens or brass I will lay to rest You’ll know for sure I gave my best So find some cedar And dig a hole Because where I’m going All I need’s my soul Don’t need a headstone You’ll remember me Just say a few words And save your money No granite to visit To pretend I’m there When you already know I met Jesus in the air

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