Poetry, Unstructured Prose, and Thoughts of the Mill Race Scribe
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Saturday, March 10, 2018
Come the End of My Life
Come the end of my life
When I’ve finally gone
Scatter my ashes
Some cool damp dawn
Part over river
Part over field
Part on the wind
All to yield
My due returned
For the joy I’d gain
Sailing o’r water, sand and plain
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