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Guilt By Association: a Pantoum

Do not worry, my sweet little one. Didn’t you know Closing your eyes makes everything OK? Nothing to fear. Of course we can rely on Joe Stop packing; there’s no need to prepare for Doomsday Closing your eyes makes everything OK This is the United States. We never back down Stop packing; there’s no need to prepare for Doomsday The trusted media said we’re on solid ground This is the United States. We never back down Ask the people of overrun Afghanistan The trusted media said we’re on solid ground It’s all in your head. This house was not built on sand Ask the people of overrun Afghanistan Nothing to fear. Of course we can rely on Joe It’s all in your head this house was not built on sand Do not worry, my sweet little one. Didn’t you know?

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Steve Crismond

Date: 6/28/2023 4:58:00 PM

My dearest Heather, your poetry is inspiring. I wish I was thre for your sister, Alitia, but I'm sure she had may people who were sad to see her pass. I don't know how much longer you grandmother will be around. Last I spoke with her, she was incohearant.

Heather Crismond
Date: 7/29/2023 12:26:00 AM

Thank you. I didn't know mom-mom very well. I am sorry for what you are going through though. I know she has lived a long life. I wish you would reach out. I'm in Vegas now. You can message me on messenger. I will message back. Life is too short for what might have beens.