

Gone....But....BlessedLife is all gone Now what do we do It was all so pleasant When we still had you But then it all happened And the tears we all cried What would it be like If you’d have never died Most lost touch Of friends so dear While I still ponder And draw forth a tear We weren’t really All that close But still, it hit so hard We all become so morose Now, I wish it were me Instead of you If only the rest of us Would have had a clue But now I’m going To end with this Life will never Be as bliss Nothing like it wasGone....But....Blessed


Your PoemOn the twentieth day of July 69, For the first time in history, The moon landed on a man.Your Poem
The first time such move had been attempted by a celestial body, A great feat of precision, Didn't crush the man at all.
You see, we see things from our eyes, And everyone knows our eyes see upside down. Or is that the right way up?
I could tell you about walking through deserts, The beauty of running water, of rain, You'd be thinking of TV shows.
When was the last time you were challenged, Walked away from a conversation stunned. Who are you l
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by `AquaSixio
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