An empty space,
In my life,
Gone,
For as long as I live.
Tears running down,
Flowers all around,
For an occasion,
I will never forget.
The suffering look,
He once had,
Is now gone,
Because he’s in a better place.
Heads on one’s shoulder.
Tissue flying around.
In remembrance,
Of my Uncle Phil.
10.
that’s a nice poem for your uncle becky.
he would LOVE it.
1, all poems suck
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9 It’s pretty good. =)
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i don’t like the tissue flying around but i think its ok other than that 6
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9.5. Very deep and good.
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great details
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-10 youre arrangement is sorry
it is so typical for people to write about the departed
it is so tasteless and disrespectful to write about a loved ones suffering
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10.
that’s a nice poem for your uncle becky.
he would LOVE it.
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A 10! That is a beautiful poem!
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¡10!
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not bad.
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Who’s Uncle Phil?
Anyway, anyway, anyway, This poem is great and it deserve’s a…………..10!
I don’t have A.D.D, I just have ……..
Oh look! A squirrel!!!!
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