 Do not stand on my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow. I am sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autum's rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush, of the birds in circled flight, I am the soft stars at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die. Ride Easy
Poker Pete 1943 - 2000
Wrigley 1963 - 2010
Stoney 1966 - 2011 |
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