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Jun 2018
Miles to go,
I do recall,
82 years,
That was all,
It happened in bed,
I hoped he was dreaming,
Dogs howling,
Sirens screaming,
He was alone,
I still feel appalled,
“He died in his sleep, after a fall”.
©B L Costello 2018
Little things remind me of him, and a little thing happened today.  I miss him, my beloved poet correspondent.  He was a wonderful man.
Written by
B L Costello  WNY
(WNY)   
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