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For my fellow Neolithic, obsidian chipping, hunter gatherers.
This poem was read as the close to Walter Cronkites eulogy.
I plan on it being read at mine. ( I will probably have to pay someone up front to do it ) As my ashes get put in the sea.
Death is not near( I hope ) I just thought this poem is spot on to my essence.
O.K. maybe I should get back on my meds.
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