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Jan 2015
And did you know?
Your mother was deathly sick
Yes, right till the end
Her whimpering your name
Her son has left far away
Your family and their questions
How I lied and said you were working
So long I convinced them of your piety
And so long I hated you
Not for your decision
But that you had a choice
I never did
Rhet Toombs
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