Sonnet 1A Poem by AmandaDeath may bring the end To your physical being But from all the wishes that you send We know that you are seeing Everything that goes on down here Where you wink and watch with a comical eye From our first car to our first beer And we think that we can hide with a lie But we think of you and your disapproving nod And admit to the wrong While out on the farm, laying down sod And the radio plays your favorite song And even though you are gone, you are not forgotten Whether we are cooking breakfast or picking cotton. © 2012 AmandaAuthor's Note
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