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Snow fell softly.
Tears filled his eyes.
His voice whispered hoarsely,
“I hate good-byes.”
Holding her, he felt
Helpless and weak.
Shivering with cold,
He could not speak.
Wiping his tears,
He wrapped his ring
In her hand.
He gently kissed
her rosy cheek
and whispered,
“I’ll never let go.”
…
He then laid her body
to rest
in the cold, cold snow.
-James V. Watson, Jr.
03-87
06 January 2009
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