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Sep 2016
The dust settles in;
I lay one hand over,
Sweep the cobwebs
Wipe the carvings.
I leave you flowers
Settled on grass,
Along with phrases
that I never had
A chance to speak;
I lay onto you
Those words of
How I love you
...
I guess the
proper words:
'Happy fathers day'.
I wish they held a meaning.
Star Gazer
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Star Gazer
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