Fucking Hell

footfootfoot · 03-12-2013, 07:43 AM

I posted this on her guestbook, and I thought I'd repsot here for those who didn't see the guest book.

I think Bri would have liked this poem.

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Mary Frye (1932)

03-12-2013, 07:43 AM	#35
footfootfoot To shreds, you say? Join Date: Aug 2004 Location: in the house and on the street-how many, many feet we meet! Posts: 18,449	I posted this on her guestbook, and I thought I'd repsot here for those who didn't see the guest book. I think Bri would have liked this poem. Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glint on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you wake in the morning hush, I am the swift, uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft starlight at night. Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep. Mary Frye (1932) __________________ The internet is a hateful stew of vomit you can never take completely seriously. - Her Fobs

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