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Char Blackmon Mar 2019
You closed your eyes
And passed away
Never will I forget
Your cold face
Touch felt like winter
Guts ruptured like a volcano
An angel you gain
You earned your heavenly halo
My dearest Mommie
My granny I miss for sure
Your spirit I hold
(SharChar)

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