| Here is the next installment of my poetry. ~Enjoy!~ |
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Gone For Chris. I found out He died today He's gone and thrown His life away He felt he had To leave the race And now we will Not see his face I hope he's found His lasting peace While were left here Stuck in our grief. Margaret R. Virkus Copyright ©2003 Margaret Virkus |
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For The Tiger's Eye For Brian I had only known him, for just a little while he was kinda quiet, but he had an awesome smile. He was a big brother, in this family that I have I don’t know if he realized, all the love for him we had. A way to go, a compliment, a kick their ass, a song, A magic way to roll the dice the list can still go on. He was a friend to brother and friend to all but few, but Yankee was his favorite and that all of us knew. From Spidey-Man to hat-trick, hunting, fishing, trapping too, there are so many memories for those of us who threw. He will always be here held within our hearts, but also he is up there getting hat-tricks with his darts. Margaret Rose Virkus Copyright ©2007 Margaret Rose Virkus |
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