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April 20, 2010
By ktp17 SILVER, Bruno, Nebraska
ktp17 SILVER, Bruno, Nebraska
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I was once traipsing through a field of green
The last the world may have ever seen
In this field I felt that I had lived
In this field I felt that I had died.
When I died, my body decomposed
And became the grass.
Other people came to the field of green
Like me they lived
Like me they died
Like me they became the grass
I walk upon the souls of
Friends,
Lovers,
Mothers
Fathers,
Siblings,
And they make the softest trail.


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