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Ink Poem

March 16, 2018
By basketball4 PLATINUM, Hartland, Wisconsin
basketball4 PLATINUM, Hartland, Wisconsin
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When we met at church,
she was like a third grandmother.
Sometimes, we gathered under the birch.
Lunch dates marked on my calendar.
Numerous memories inked in my brain.
When she passed, satisfactory memories crashed into my thoughts.


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