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Sweet Teddy.
posted by
C_C_T
on March 7, 2019 at 6:57 AM
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Everything returns to dust.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on March 7, 2019 at 5:52 AM
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A serious thought
posted by
BC-A
on March 6, 2019 at 5:41 PM
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Very touching.....
posted by
Corbin_Dallas
on March 6, 2019 at 3:39 PM
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Great poem, Teddy. I'm so deeply sorry about your brother though.
posted by
Sea_Gypsy
on March 6, 2019 at 2:26 PM
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Takes me back to my sweet Sis who wanted to be strewn in a babbling brook flowing in the Ozark wilderness. We hiked for three hours from the trailhead until we found the perfect spot. It was spring and the dogwood trees were in full bloom. A baby bat stuck its head out of a hole in one of them and watched and listened as we eulogized and cried.
posted by
TAPS.
on March 6, 2019 at 2:07 PM
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