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This poem was chosen by Cody's Mom for our Little Angel Boy.
DO
NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP Do
not stand at my grave and weep, I
am not there, I do not sleep. I
am a thousand winds that blow, I
am the diamond glints on the snow. I
am the sunlight on ripened grain, I
am the gentle autumns rain. When
you awaken in the mornings hush, I
am the swift uplifting rush, of
quiet birds in circled flight. I
am the soft star that shines at night. Do
not stand at my grave and cry, for
I am not there, I
did not die.
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