Woodlawn Cemetery...Santa Monica
…Just beyond the Palisades
Where eighteen souls…lay buried
…….Within a plot..beneath the shade
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Friend - A single Soul Dwelling
Within Two Separate bodies
..................................Aristotle 384-322 B.C.
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A faith with trust
This pledge to give
In thought and deed
As one shall live...
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Is happiness...an illusion
...On the wings of time
Sought...and pursued...
Though impossible..to find
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A frail…old Negro lady
…Born…in Lincoln's day
Who knew the taste of freedom
Only… when… she passed …away
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Social injustice
....Commonplace
Denouncing a man
For simply his race
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.....Might....life exist
Through sake of chance
......Some odd result
Of happenstance
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'May his memory
Be measured
As his fans
Treasured
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Romance sometimes
.....A fragile thing...
Perhaps...tenacious
...The spirit cling
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Reality says........they've passed away
......Is not......perception.........reality......
For I feel...a living presence...as though
.......They stand....right next......to me
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