Teresa Dearing Biography

Walk softly ‘cross these hallowed hills,
Wake not the spirits of dark chills.
As night falls ‘cross these harvest fields,
Where corn and soy, gave up their yields.
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You did not come with nine months wait,

I did not buy the buttons and bows ‘til late,
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Hot pavement burns the feet,
Cool green grass what a treat.

Sand stuck between the toes,
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When the wind blows free, that's where I’ll be,
No longer bound to a body unsound.
I’ve risen above the pain and sorrow,
Living forever, now, and tomorrow.
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I had a friend who had alot,
And very happy she was not.
Then she lost it all one day,
And now she morns her life away.
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