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Feb 2023
You died, slipping into my memory like the ghost you were.
I held you high on a pedestal, above the winds of change.
But time caught up to the friend you once were,
and you fell too far for me to catch.
Vicki Kralapp
Written by
Vicki Kralapp  Oshkosh
(Oshkosh)   
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