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Apr 2013
A call
it’s bad news
there is a grave tone
transferred over the phone
but the words are matter of fact
I feel it in my bones
Death is the conversation
keep it short
so the shock subsides
time to make plans
plans to come home
plans to honor
plans to bury.
I knew this day would come
I just hoped not today
and every day
I hoped my world wouldn’t be changed.
For Olivia in her time of hurt and loss
little Bird
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little Bird  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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   --- and Jared Eli
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