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Dec 2016
Nothing more can be done,
Yet so much I want to do.
Nothing more must be done,
That’s not what a Son would do.
Nothing more will be done,
So much I want to say to you.
Everything is left undone.
But the one thing I didn’t want to do,
Was say good bye to you.
The Poetry Vehicle
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The Poetry Vehicle
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     Ola Radka and GaryFairy
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