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I peered out of the window as,
the Hurtz rolled down the street.
When suddenly I noticed,
a chill creep into my feet.
We drove that dusty old road,
that leads to the cemetery.
I stepped out onto the grass
and the casket began to carry.
There standing under that tent,
that gray old preacher man.
We sat that old casket down,
and preacher gave me his hand.
He began with an earnest prayer,
followed by a sermon that eve.
Many tears fell to the ground,
before it came time to leave.
I watched as all departed,
everyone to his own way.
And after standing there lonely,
witnessed the ending of the day.
I closed my eyes in sadness, for
I knew not whom they lay down.
When the knowledge suddenly hit me,
it was I they put in the ground.
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Tolstoy wrote; "men only learn when they're suffering". The question is; how much do you want to learn?
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