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Do not stand at my grave and weep;
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I am not there. I do not sleep.
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I am a thousand winds that blow.
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I am the diamond glints on snow.
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I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
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I am the gentle autumn rain.
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When you awaken in the morning’s hush
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I am the swift uplifting rush
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Of quiet birds in circled flight.
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I am the soft stars that shine at night.
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Do not stand at my grave and cry;
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I am not there. I did not die.
I’m all kinds of turned around. I completely thought that yesterday was Friday and as a result, you all got Recipe Friday a day early. I’d like to think I just gave you an extra day to amass your ingredients for those mini chicken pot pies I just know you’re going to make this week-end.
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I don’t know if I should thank him, or if I should shank him, but either way, my brother is to blame. He told me about this show and as a result, I’ve lost days – days, people! I’ve been sucked up into Hulu, watching this show about five British 20-something juvenile offenders who acquire super powers after being caught in a freaky hail storm. Remember that show “Heroes” on NBC? It’s kind of like that but scad better, what with the accents and just the ordinariness of the characters. Each of them has some kind of hang-up, none of them are trying to solve the world’s problems. They’re just trying to make it to the end of their community service requirement.
Oh, how I love Misfits.