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Feb 2017
My best friend's Father
passed away late yesterday
there's nothing we can do now
but bow our heads and pray
He'll soon get back on his Sea Horse
and shoot birds over the Great South Bay
We will roast them in olive oil
with rice and broccoli
and give thanks to the brand new day
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rac1  long island
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   sunprincess
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