Poems, scrapbook clippings, and forgotten prose
Monday, May 20, 2013
EPITAPH
Epitaph placed on the tomb of his wife by Mark Twain.
Warm summer sun,
Shine kindly here.
Warm southern wind
Blow softly here.
Green sod above
Lie light, lie light.
Good-night, dear heart,
Good-night, good-night.
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