The bone is not the stone of you.
The bone is not the living daylights.
What will last past me will live in you.
What will last past you will live in others.
The bone is not the stone of you.
The bone is not the living daylights.
What will last past me will live in you.
What will last past you will live in others.
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Tagged as Bone, evolution, identity, life, meme, pattern, poem, transformation, transpersonal, Wayne Turner

If broken they heal and
buried they loose there flesh
but the lasting memory of the roads they traveled
Marks the generations a smile, a hug, a helping hand
Lives on in memories of you
Thanks, Mark!
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