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Nov 2018
I loved to watch you as you sleep;
your breathing even deep and slow.
I loved to watch you as you dreamt
of places I can never go.
We read your stories, I heard your prayers
Then, touching the pillow, you drifted off
It seems like only yesterday,
but really it was long ago.
My daughter when she was three, remembered.Just 24 years ago
John F McCullagh
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John F McCullagh  63/M/NY
(63/M/NY)   
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