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Mar 2015
Guy was a real roust-a-bout:
Drinking, drugging, *******;
Not coming home;
Not leaving home.
Yes, he was troubled,
He was a handful.
But he looks so good,
And the arrangements
Are splendid.
We take turns
Congealing over him
To conceal scars.
Sorry for your troubles,
Then and now.
Francie Lynch
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Francie Lynch
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