An Extended Epitaph

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    An Extended Epitaph
    I was born
    Learned ahead
    Ample student
    Now I’m dead.

    I was born
    Books I read
    Learned to live
    Now I’m dead

    I was born
    Then I wed
    Perfect Wife
    Now I'm dead.

    I was born
    Child I led
    Loving mother
    Now I’m dead.

    I was born
    Poor I fed
    Lovely lady
    Now I’m dead.

    I was born
    Tears I shed
    Twisted soul
    Now I’m dead.

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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