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May 2013
I saw him that day  lie in the dirt
i could
see his face struck with hurt
come back to this earth!
cold as ice they put him in the ground
i wait and just listen for the sound
there was no rhythm
was no beating
just an assurance
this really means your leaving
this poem has traveled with me since i was about 14 years old about my grandfather.
nash
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