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I have a picture of you

It's supposed to be black and white

But it's overexposed and faded

So it's harvest gold and white

Ironically,you're standing in Kansas cornfield

Your back as straight as the stalks

The wisdom visible in your weathered face

I'd liked to have known you

To have sat on your knee

And listened to your stories

As folky as a Dylan song

But I've heard them from your daughter

Your little tadpole

And they live through my words

For men don't die with their bodies

And I hope we meet in the afterlife

Like we do in my dreams