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Nov 2010
I just don’t know today;
Seventeen years I ought to pray.
Those who saw her every morning
Now empty chair and mourning
I did not know her well
But felt from the ones around
She was a sorest loss
Which shook the entire town

I watched them empty her locker
At the start of a day so sad
Ripping the pictures down from the walls
Like her soul could fit in a trash bag
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