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Good
A splice decurrent of time at rest
Fingers riding ring and cross
A golden good of refuge at war
Maked in friend to speak and cherish
Others seek- and this is will
A time of gentle good
Nary peace on that wall but willing here
Men at rest, and some deride
Why our days succumb as such
But faithful good
A prowess seen
Daylight to day and witness from the home
In errant light-
refend our days- and this is war
A morning deep and dressed as Mom
Greatest hue-
Sixteen of the walk and choosing day
Fright to a play of men-
Who are killing here
Melee as stood to well and right
Good to logic and tear the night
Purpose apart defending day
And young to wellness repose
Right of death and East of dawn
Sixteen of war and living breath
Squanders be
Solemn at entrance year
Every entrance done and to unpoem
Good is greatest
And Woman be
A neighbor finds the path
The respite hour in silence
Parked to war- ending war
The purpose finds a Heaven
To us below and camping here
Good of street and men
The daybreak calls
Good is at sovereign rest above
Accounts of day and nice
Peace, solid day
Ends of land and work repose
Every dawn unto-
Reward above
For all, and Dove
Through unto
A picture calls a home
Let us tire
Seeks beyond recuse
And there at last
Solid will in pain
To cause at last-
A difference seen and made.
Rest in Heaven, RenΓ©e Nicole Good