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> Subject: [T2] Friday poem from Unca Joel Walker
>
> Bob Hoover
>
> the sky is dimmer now ...
> a star is missing from our view ...
> but, oh, how bright it shone, the light we knew ...
>
> the wind is quieter now ...
> a voice no longer speaks ... the clear
> unvarnished truth is silent ... gone, i fear ...
>
> the earth is sadder now ...
> a man of note has left her care
> and passed beyond our meager deeds of prayer ...
>
> I, too, am sad, and quiet now ... my selfish grief will pass and
> fade away,
> yet still, within my thoughts, the light and voice will stay.
>
>
> unca Joel