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If
i ever see
The Grand Canyon
It wouldn't
Compare to you
If
I ever swim
The Nile
Your love
Would carry me through
Before
We disappear
Behind these walls
Of dust
You fly
And you're gone
With the wind
This poem is about my first dog Poko. A Siberian husky. RIP grandpa

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