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long hair around my neck a red complexion my grandfather would have never approved of my predilection for words instead of action he stands in my memory so tall white haired then and chiseled face and faction a man of Cherokee stance and action, had markers and hates he stood fast to, no other way to act he said, kept Grandma pregnant her whole life, until she had that attack, and lay paralysed her last years of breathing, then he kept up with her nurse, and climbing pruning trees till he was 93. He fell fast , one September, like a limb he had pruned from an oak, fell hard to the ground under a hot sun, his whole life devoted to family and heritage. He might not approve of me, being so magnamious in forgiveness. It has to end some day, though.
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Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 9:26 PM UTC
All the hate
long hair around my neck a red complexion my grandfather would have never approved of my predilection for words instead of action he stands in my memory so tall white haired then and chiseled face and faction a man of Cherokee stance and action, had markers and hates he stood fast to, no other way to act he said, kept Grandma pregnant her whole life, until she had that attack, and lay paralysed her last years of breathing, then he kept up with her nurse, and climbing pruning trees till he was 93. He fell fast , one September, like a limb he had pruned from an oak, fell hard to the ground under a hot sun, his whole life devoted to family and heritage. He might not approve of me, being so magnamious in forgiveness. It has to end some day, though.
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Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 9:26 PM UTC
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