- Poem - Dieing

Yet more morbidity from my 8 year old mind

Dieing relives are pain

It surges with goodness

While restoring your strength

It bends and it twists

In some miraculous ways

Cleaning are heart

Of love loss and sorrow

It scrapes out bad memories

And just lets up drift

Compared to life it just feels like bliss

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[Dr. S. D. Blankenship D..]

That's a good point. :)