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Jun 2019
For My Aunt
The woman who is my mother’s sister is also my mom.
She has whooped me as well as helped me escape, and showed me to be calm.
She snuck me snacks; cookies, chips, and things like that.
Helped with homework, spoke up for me whether right or wrong
The love we share is beyond the measurement of strong.
I will keep our memories alive well after you are gone.
My auntie. My auntie.
I just want to say from me to you thank you for being my.
C. E Cheatham
Kliff Thee Poet
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Kliff Thee Poet  43/M/Phoenix Arizona
(43/M/Phoenix Arizona)   
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