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Sometimes in the summer and maybe in the spring, I'd call to see how you are but you'd never answer. June was your favourite month and the 25 leaves that fell off your favourite tree. But you weren't around to see them so you pictured them in your head and I pictured you too and I'd picture the times we spent together because they were the best times but now that you're dead I picture you more often even years down the line when your body is gone but your legacy lives on.
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Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 1:56 PM UTC
John's Poem
Sometimes in the summer and maybe in the spring, I'd call to see how you are but you'd never answer. June was your favourite month and the 25 leaves that fell off your favourite tree. But you weren't around to see them so you pictured them in your head and I pictured you too and I'd picture the times we spent together because they were the best times but now that you're dead I picture you more often even years down the line when your body is gone but your legacy lives on.
John is my uncle who died on the 5th May 2004, his death has always affected me and I'll never forget him. Ever. He was like a father figure to me even when my own father left, he was still there... Now he's looking over me.
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Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 1:56 PM UTC
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