JC Linn Poems

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1.
Gone All Too Soon

There are echoes of her laughter
in the hallways of my mind.
In every drawer and corner
is a memory of some kind.
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2.
Our Fallen Fawn, A Withered Rose©

Our fallen fawn? You do but jest,
In vain the search among
Vain words for what can be at best
But wronged by being sung.
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