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Early a phone call came  to
me,
Hurry to hospital, something
with Lee.

He came home from work today,
Started his lunch, turned
away.

Took a nap in his bed,
Wife went to get him, and he
said.
I can't breathe.

Called 911,please hurry here,
Lee is ill, something we fear.

Having surgery right away,
In the hospital, he had to stay.
(c) copyright heather wilkins

Seven days of rising sun,
Then he was gone, as he begun.

My sweet brother, I cannot see,
He will always remain with me.

(c) copyright heather burns