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Grandchildren

Traveling at Gods light speed

That invisible imaginary umbilical cord is never cut

I’m his guide, I’m his light

I’d rather play with gardener snakes than go fishing

In his twilight years

I do not want him to disappear

The best way to have someone dead is by reading the obituaries

When your love dies, who do you live for?

Your grandchildren

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