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When pain benumbs my body


and it clouds a tear-filled eye


or frets of woe from living


refuse to pass you bye


or a loss of dear departed


to that hallowed place sublime


These scars will fade and disappear


in the interlude of time.


My Dad did many of these as class assignments.  I do not have the background for many of these.  As I find his notes, I will add them and hope that they add depth and explanations.