about my father
Put your words to rest.
Over and over again.
I hear your voice, I hear your name.
Put your words to rest.
Time to relax.
Doors open.
Yours has closed.
So put your words to rest.
Rest in peace.
As they say.
So you should just lay.
Put your words to rest.
I will see you someday.
But for now...
Put your words to rest.
Poetry by Courtney Marie Marion
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Written on 2009-01-11 at 21:55
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