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| Latch on Pine Woods Cemetery |
We Live a Life of Numbers
The days lay numbered,
One to thirty-one.
The months lay numbered,
One to twelve.
Each its own,
But part of all;
Both numbers marking Summer and spring,
Winter and fall.
The years lay numbered,
One upon one.
The children numbered,
As daughters and sons.
The markers are numbered,
In long somber rows,
Showing the days that are numbered,
From young until old.
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