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Mar 2011
Your memory I keep,
Behind closed eyes,
And though I try to sleep,
I remember my goodbyes.

I called myself a friend,
But I wasn't enough,
to stop your untimely end,
And pull you through the rough.

So this day each year,
I'll remember what you said,
And I won't shed a tear,
As I remember you're dead...
March 17 2009...
Kal Kirk
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