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I immediately start thinking of Anne Morrow Lindberg's classic book Gift from the Sea. Another poem I also think of is "Fear" by Gabriela Mistral. Kilmer's poem, especially 13-16, are ready-made for tombstones. "My heart shall keep the child I knew/When you are really gone from me,/And spend its life remembering you/As shells remember the lost sea." This is a poem from a mother's heart, where grief has pierced it beyond the presenthour. It's the brief moments she clings to, and then must acknowledge the brevity of the precious life that was given to her in the form of the child. Lines 11-12 tug at the visual, "A mist about your beauty clings/Like a thin cloud before a star."
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nichoalis sonic cage other wise known as nichoalis sage
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Well, I think it's a bit of a joke. Let us just say that if your going to feel shame, it must be because you are doing something a little indecent.
The pine never sheds its needles. It is always modest and chaste. The oak on the other hand sheds its leaves. That's as much as I can say. This site is rated family, not pg 13.
