The day I died

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    The day I died

     It was just like any other day. No one knew I was there.They talked over me and gave me that confused stare.I was lifted into the ground without any comfort without any sound.
    by-Marie Hardnett

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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