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Monday, October 14, 2019
So Long, It's Been Good To Know You
As long as you were fodder,
They were one with you all the way,
Till you passed them before
The end of the journey—now
They’re drowning in the wake
Of your passing, no longer able
To pass on the good times your way.
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