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Was the walk, the big hand
held on route to ice cream,
the rake in a pile of leaves,
the whiskers at the head
of holiday tables.
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Grandma loved him in spite
of all kinds of behaviors
and responses. So did we.
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Now he is a fireworks display
seen from the front porch,
remembered for the light
he sheds against dark skies
and always, always
in Technicolor and High
Fidelity.
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allets
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Yes! After so long it is

Yes! After so long it is great to read a wonderful allets work. So much sentiment! I love!

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Hello there, poet.  Not sure

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