Sheryl Birke

January 25, 2012
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Endowed on a perpetuating Story
Lit like a candle light
Brighten up the darkened air
Seeing things to some that aren't there
Condemned my life are my written vows
A beauty insight Her birth
Bridging me on this earth
Born in Nyack
Trees hiding fluctuating things considered to be loved by many
But only loved by the Birke family
For they appreciate views
That swallows one eye whole
the beauty of this world grasp them
As they travel around
Educating them full bound
Concoctions barriers sometimes on the road
Never stop them
Time never makes them old
For one girl; the oldest is she
She buried alive in science and kids
Surrounding her everyday life
Her job is building a lives of three children
A beautiful sound wave only made by her and her beloved husband
Eric and Sheryl
Their love played by a music box
Sheryl live eternally not by dreams
But life itself
Life's not living her

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