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Sep 2012
My grandfather...
Poetry?
–He wouldn't understand.
Flying airplanes?
That he comprehends.
'The feeling of mornings
and sunrise' he needs,
he says.
'They are the core'
of his being.  
...He doesn't expect me
to understand.
-Won't let me say I do.
Written by
Lily Pandera
734
   Emanuel Martinez
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