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The Music Plays On
Though it is now time For me to rest, To put away My badge, gun, and vest, When you feel The early morning frost, Know that I am here I am not lost. Life has a rhythm Every man writes his own song, To those left behind His music will play on.
Poem copyrighted © 2004 by Lydia Warner Miller Web site copyrighted © 2012 by Lydia Warner Miller Cell: 530-391-5056 Home: 530-644-5594 email: brokenbadge8@yahoo.com lydia-miller.artistwebsites.com Fine Art America.com search Lydia Miller 2379 Indian Wells Road Placerville, CA 95667 |
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