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Mar 2014
Christmas was your favorite.
You sang Christmas carols,
and gave me kisses
on the tip top of my head
on Christmas morning.
And with the Santa hat
on top of your head
and coffee in your mug,
you told me that
you were thankful for me
and I should've told you
I am grateful for you too.
for Papaw,
our third Christmas without you.

(I never uploaded this so here's a Christmas poem in March)
anessa breanne
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