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    Locked in tight
    Safe from the night
    And the sting of the harsh wind.

    Surrounded by life,
    Feeling no strife,
    Sheltered from the life I hated.

    Six feet under ground
    The coffin yields no sound
    Sheltered from the life I once hated.

    March 25, 1987

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

    CLMatyskela’s Poems (21)

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