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Feb 2018
The old giant sat on a green grass bed
between two mountains
and pulled a cloud right over his head.

But just before his eyes closed for a long, long night,
he knew he wasn't going on alone.
For he gazed upon a final graceful sight,
angels swimming in the colors of the

distant
  
  waning light.
Gant Haverstick 2018
Written by
Gant Haverstick
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     eileen, L B and sunprincess
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