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May 7
His last words; I tried
He last heard; I know

The next day, he saw angels fly
The next week he felt them glow

The years stacked on like fire
The same years he met people he didn’t know

Until the time came like chain on a wire
Until he met the person again, that made his heart grow
Written by
Thomas Harvey  57/M
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   Pradip Chattopadhyay
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