Tim Meister

(Fairbury, Illinois)


One day, I found myself in the cemetery, not really knowing
why I was there. I wandered aimlessly, glancing at each
grave I saw. I wandered aimlessly until I came upon a grave
in which someone had just been buried.

I seemed to be frozen there not able to move nor shout. The
only thing I could do, was to read what was on the
tombstone. It was one of those poems that made you think
his life was pleasant. I knew this could not be right for I

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