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Remember Me

A poem about when someone dies, all they want is to be remembered. I wrote this for Hannah, my dead dog.
Walking down a hallway, dressed in all black.

Waiting for the ending speech to lack.

Tulips and roses unto the grave, said flowers were the rave.

You loved her or him. Either it was Mary or Jim.

You can't stop remembering, right? Turning the dark to bright.

When you wake up screaming in the night.

In remembrance of Hannah, and to those whose lives are gone.
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Published: 7/11/2011
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