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autumn leaves
the obituary that wrote it self
a portion of lies and truth.
the man was rude, cruel
he was.
he went with the winds
a lovable monster, I should say.
a rockstar to his grandchildren.
like English man anything lower than
five bottles, I haven't drunk enough.
under this tree, as the leaves descend
we all know it has been decades
since he said I love you.
85 years old.
dance with the winds,lay in the leaves.
kiss the world for the family.
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