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Feb 2017
Every day I am told to grow up
Implying they mean to make an immortal child die
As if growing up gives comprehension
on why the sun reflects onto the moon
As taught by Oliver
My child eyes see a universe within the sky
People of self-same age do not fathom
that maturity is not measured in age
Rather a gathering of self-confident knowledge
and spirituality

My angel knew these traits
long before the birth of his being
A naturally wise soul
In a community of people
stuck in an endeavor
to learn purity

Whilst the physical entity of Oliver
is not within physical reach
all must remember
immortal children
with child eyes
never die
for my friend Oliver who died February 16th, 2012
i love you Oliver
Mos
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Mos  Iowa
(Iowa)   
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   cynthia, Mysidian Bard, --- and Wolf
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