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Apr 2019
If I could wave the goodbyes,
goodbyes
bid them farewell
without malice intent

instead of planting them  
in my backyard
until they turn cement
and become the sidewalk

I trod upon
an empty grave
If I wouldn’t save them
I could stave off

the ruefulness and
discontent of
another day
sandra wyllie
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