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Mar 2021
Oak
He was never my rock
but he was always my oak,
constantly standing through
whatever weather I blew his way,
and still growing.
This poem was written in 2019.
Payton Hayes
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Payton Hayes  Oklahoma City
(Oklahoma City)   
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