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'A Space'
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by
The Ironhorse Writer
8/15/2002
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The preacher spoke with eloquence
He asked that we reflect
Upon the life we'd gathered for
A sign of our respect
A lifetime filled with memories
Though granite bore no trace
For between the dates of birth and death
Existed but 'a space'
As I rode home I thought of how
Life was as a ride
It's how you move along that counts
The way you feel inside
Never the destination
For that changes place to place
It's all about the roads you choose
The ride within 'a space'
When my time comes to 'ride beyond'
As the preacher states my case
May all who gather, reflect that I
Knew how to fill 'a space.'
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