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Aug 2020
He
She folded his shirt
For the very last time
Tears washing any trace of food
Her baby was gone
All she had left
Were the memories
She would now tuck away
Next to his teddy bear
Waiting to be held
Written by
Mary Anne Norton
32
   Whit Howland
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