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Jul 2016
The sadness the fears,
Could not be expressed in tears,
When we were told we no longer had years,
Months,turning to weeks,
Countless disturbed sleeps,
Ended with several giant weeps,
The man we knew, his time was through,
A kiss on the cheek as he lay there asleep
His eyes no longer open, Many hearts broken.
Grandad on my mind alot lately, trying to express how I felt that day but not necessarily coming to me.
freeing the mind
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freeing the mind  Dublin, Ireland
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