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  • floppy ears, as they should be

    she came on a Sunday left on a Wednesday it wasn’t like it was a special day   she liked leaves and maybe be leaving too come to think of it   when it’s time to go let ‘er go ears against the wind flipped inside out the way they should be   Postscript, if…

  • Missing

    The ache is always there but it gets better It becomes bearable It becomes livable She meant the pain she felt for the loss of her son Still her words come back to me Because I remembered her today I remembered when we breathed in the same room Together I remembered her pain and my…