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miss

burrell

what can I  say
it's years since you passed away,
but still I wish to see your smiling face and sweet embrace.
Why is the human race so cold and hard at times to those who are meek at heart,
some people think
get over it, life's for the living,  and just stop streaming.
What about those who've gone who were so giving,
But we aren't robots or machines who can turn off emotion with a flick of a switch,
life is a rich diverse tapestry clip,
of all those who are in it young and old,
and since I lost him there's a hole.

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