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May 2012
Like a child with all his crayons, look at his toys and you’ll be amazed.
Like a jealous kid on the playground I wanted your toy.
A bottle to add to my collection but this one is of a special kind
A gravity fed Undertakers bottle this one is called.
Your father left it for you, yes he left it behind
No room for error, No room for mistakes, No scribbling allowed.
With each passing of the brush he makes it look all the more better.
The stark appearance of death he makes it all disappear.
He has a collection of different size music boxes each one plays a different song
Now together we patiently wait to add the next ballerina inside
After having the last Dance together
Hoping now,
we don’t have to wait too long…

(CARSr. 4-18-12)
Curt A Rivard Sr
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Curt A Rivard Sr  Connecticut
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