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Smoke Rings

Smoke rings ring my Father's song 
Like floating stanza's 
Of years now gone 
With forted form 
They levitate 
Then slowly 
Mistily 
Dissipate
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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January 24, 2018 at 2:56 AM
I was a home caregiver for a gentleman with AIDS related Dementia. One day, back when I still smoked cigarettes, I was blowing smoke rings, Daniel was watching in awe and stated how it conjured memories of his dad who also use to blow smoke rings.... His recollections helped create this poem...
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