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MY BEQUEST

MY BEQUEST

When this time ends I will start once again

Fine tuning the fork I believed I could mend

I must bequeath this world and return deep beneath

A mountain of earth, now adorned by this wreath

Where the wisdom I gained will continue to speak

But for now I must wait for the unknown I seek.

And when I arrive at that place out of reach

I will beckon return with my new speech to teach.

Carey Milton ©

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Tony Taylor

Eloquence incarnate!!..........you're magical............God bless!!.............T xx

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Hi Carey,

This is fabulous and marvelous, I love it, my applause, my love, my five stars, the below lines are outsanding

A mountain of earth, now adorned by this wreath

Where the wisdom I gained will continue to speak

But for now I must wait for the unknown I seek.

And when I arrive at that place out of reach

I will beckon return with my new speech to teach.

Love & hugs

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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Phillip Arthur ...

We learn our entire life, then we die and hopefully we will learn the truth...to return, knowing what we then know to teach? That is a question that begs answering.

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