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Graves

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I dreamed one man stood against a thousand,
One man damned as a wrongheaded fool.
One year and another he walked the streets,
And a thousand shrugs and hoots
Met him in the shoulders and mouths he passed.

He died alone.
And only the undertaker came to his funeral.

Flowers grow over his grave anod in the wind,

And over the graves of the thousand, too,
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jeffrey 03 June 2018

why did you state that random line?

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Jane Moon 15 May 2009

Flowers and time cover all, display their beauty and hide the deeds of those rare men who lived and stood for something. In death, all is forgotten.

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Jeffrey 03 June 2018

Why did you just state a random line in the poem?

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