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Apr 2020
Her hair was white as snow.
A smile that shined like gold...
      A heart that bright,
          Led us to the light,
               To unite...

His stature was ever bold like,
      an eye that saw through cold.
   A heart that strong
      Led us along
          To right the wrong...
To the people before us, that believed in us to carry on their noble legacy. This is a poem about my grandparents.
Em Schwa
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Em Schwa  22/Androgynous/Minnesota
(22/Androgynous/Minnesota)   
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     ---, Holly D and Salmabanu Hatim
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