Good-ByeA Story by Tracey C.Funeral
The church sounded of cries and unhappiness
As i sat there staring at the rounded wood I think of the lifeless body that lays there To think he once lived a life of obstacles Some of which consumed his existence I am carried to say my last good-byes I hold his hand for one more time For one last feel Of what was to be my father (Rest in Peace)
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1 Review Added on January 15, 2013 Last Updated on January 15, 2013 AuthorTracey C.PAAboutI love anything that is artistic. Imagination to me is something i have always adored; i believe people should let their imaginations loose. Most of society would probably agree, but then turn around .. more..Writing
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