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Mar 2015
My Mom's plates
given to me weeks ago,
remain in the trunk of my car.
Rattling chains of Marley
at every bump and turn,
reminding me of dinners long ago
when we were still a family,
when those plates still mattered.
Written by
     ---, Freddy Young, Haydn Swan and Josie
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