Rebecca Wright

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What A Nice Day To Spend In A Mortuary - Poem by Rebecca Wright

The sky is blue,
The clouds are white,
Sunny day turns to starry night.
But the sky has turned grey,
The clouds disappear,
All is forgotten,
But I remain here.
So please do not cry,
And please do not weep,
Just hold on to the memories you keep.
But I'll linger here, for as long as you need.
So read this letter, and take heed


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 2, 2006

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