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Aug 2016
While walking down the street,
Moments produce a desired smile.

A television show ignites a flashback,
Remembering the laughter of peace.

When we eat at the dinner table,
We miss the empty seat by his absence.

Every time the stars rest at night,
There are tears of pain in my eyes.

As the present relives his soul,
Stories shine by honoring loyalty.

Each tale that recites his existence,
Memories exhibit praises of tribute.
Michael LoMonaco
Written by
Michael LoMonaco  35/M/New York City
(35/M/New York City)   
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     Keith Wilson and Michael LoMonaco
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