TO MY BROTHER GEORGE
Many the wonders I this day have seen:
The sun, when first he kissed away the tears
That filled the eyes of Morn;-the laurelled peers
Who from the feathery gold of evening lean;-
The ocean with its vastness, its blue green,
Its ships, its rocks, its caves, its hopes, its fears,
Its voice mysterious, which whoso hears
Must think
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(((*hugs*))) to you on the anniversary of such a sad occasion, but I am glad you're able to wish Barry well, wherever he is now, and to celebrate the life he had and the man he with a lighter burden of sadness.
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Those two years sure have flown.
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