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Legacies

Unto my friends I give my thoughts,
Unto my God my soul,
Unto my foe I leave my love–
These are of life the whole.
Nay, there is something–a trifle–left;
Who shall receive this dower?
See, Earth Mother, a handful of dust–
Turn it into a flower.

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  • Brian Douthit
    May 19, 2004
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    what a sweet and simple wish for
    one's earthly remains!