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Feb 25, 2010
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Terry
Too young.
Only fifty-five.
You smoked, you drank
and it took your life.
Small cell cancer.
Such a tiny little thing.
But fast and insidious
it stole my friend.
Tobacco, alcohol.
I haven’t stopped.
A lesson given
not taken notice of.
Our temples gifted
from the universe.
We allow invasion
by something adverse.
Why we continue
God only knows.
I’m smoking even now
while I pick a rose
to take to your graveside.
— judyanne, Feb 25, 2010
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xena465
16 years 3 months ago
Lovely dedication…My
judyanne
16 years 3 months ago
you are always so supportive
judyanne
16 years 3 months ago
So so true. Thanks for
Candlewitch
16 years 3 months ago
hello
judyanne
16 years 3 months ago
Thanks Cat. I must admit the
Claire Garrard
16 years 3 months ago
Terry
judyanne
16 years 3 months ago
Thank you so much for
Nordic cloud
16 years 3 months ago
Ann of NorwayOh sad
judyanne
16 years 3 months ago
And love straight back to
Seren
16 years 2 months ago
Dear Judd
judyanne
16 years 2 months ago
thanks for reading JC
shirley harrison
16 years ago
wonderful and so true!
judyanne
16 years ago
hi shirley
shirley harrison
16 years ago
i could not have put it better my self!
judyanne
16 years ago
i wouldn't jump out of a plane even if it was on the ground !
raj
16 years ago
very touching and
judyanne
16 years ago
thank you raj