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Sitting on the Grass up Strawberry hill
Writing a sad poem about my Son's early departure
He was bound on the 9:00 train to "st.Will you Believe011,NoCity,Heaven
30 was his last year's age as A Green Monster with Cancerous Claws
sought to consume him with smoldering smoke that permanently takes
a unique life away from the embattled Foe of our Life:
Smoking
Cigars
Drinking
wine with sleeping pills
It made him ever weary of the future that was stretched out for him to lay upon
God and Jesus carried him away from us too soon
While the words are carefully chosen to put into verse
Some cloud,up there,that quite resembles a 6ft 4 inch gentle stature
A grin that could pull in a 1000 young friends(Male&Female)to his side
Many days and night pass with a twinkle as my lonesome head lies upon
a soft silk-knitted pillow that he had made for me as a treasured token
It has been a tiring six years after his sudden exit and the loss is clearly shown
and felt upon this aging face of defeated expressionism
I want him back,my Lord of the Sky
Is that too much to ask?

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