A BURIAL Ella Wheeler Wilcox Today I had a burial of my dead. There was no shroud, no coffin, and no pall, No prayers were uttered and no tears were shed I only turned a picture to the wall. A picture that had hung within my room For years and years; a relic of my [...]
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Today I had a burial of my dead. There was no shroud, no coffin, and no pall, No prayers were uttered and no tears were shed I only turned a picture to the wall. A picture that had hung within my room For years and years; a relic of my youth. It kept the rose [...]
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