Bones At Dying
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Colin Ian Jeffery
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Bones at dying shall not quake
Nor decay with feasting worms
For spirit of this God-loving soul
Shall never harbour in the ground.
Breaking free with that force
Driving each flower into the light
Soul tossed by furies from purple storms
Sheltering where mind creates visions.
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