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Intimations of Mortality
(For Trent Hurry) Surprised to find within my breast A heartbeat flutter from of olde I lay my hand upon his head And cried the tears that did unfold. But you were ever gay, I said, Though nay are not now so. And my sweet soul has gone and fled To find thee here and now. I smiling kissed his hoary lips And smoothed his wrinkled brow. Then fast turned up those sullen lids And loved the smile that death undid. March 10, 2008/June 16, 2008 
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