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Jan 2021
We buried you in the same grave as dad.
He died a week before, you were there
I kissed you on the forehead and said
“Please stay clean”
How much flesh does God want
Too much I think
I’ll pray when I feel like praying
I’ll stay when I feel like staying
He better have an excuse for you
I’m not saying grace.
I’ll be thankful next year.
Christopher Mellon
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