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| Inside The Shirt by � coondogk9 To touch the hands that time brought back and feel the senses grow. To have a vision repeated, some seeing where he rode. The familiar of his beating heart within the faded shirt. The stains and smells of freedom, his pleasures and his hurts. Some tears of happiness, some of sorrowed pain. To see mountains untouched and as he rode the across plains. The wanting look up in the sky as he lay in final peace. Knowing we�d all join him soon put his mind at ease. The family gather round him preparing for encasement. The bonds of wrap encumbered as he lay on stilts internment. |