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Garbage Day
There they lay, a pair of blackslip-on shoes in the doorway
They are my brother's
The cobwebs and holes are proof of wear
Still, after so many years, they are there
It came time to throw them away
But the thing is I hurt my mother so bad, she cried for days.
And I cried too.
she told me "He didn't have much to his name. Not a lot to remember him by."
Said they gave her comfort everytime she walked by.
Made her feel as if he were still here.
I tried to take it back when I realized what I'd done.
But today is friday...Garbage day.
very nice. thank you for
very nice. thank you for sharing your talent.
~peace~
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
About Shoes
A nice tribute, an alternate eptaph
Rest in peace
to all who have died
we will remember
you by the pieces
you left behind.
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~Allets~
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perfect way to say it..thank you