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Mar 2018
dear sir,
this was my jacket, a fine coat it is.
it held me tight an kept me from fright.
in the wind we would go, bright sun would shine down as I'd
cruise all over town.
I'm gone now, the coat hangs limp.
a constant reminder to my wife so fine of the life I left behind.
I plead with thee,
do not tread my path.
not a poem, just a open letter to the unknown other
ROBERT W KODAMA
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ROBERT W KODAMA  avera ga
(avera ga)   
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