Poetry
The Last of Lines
I stand there by the old man that held my hand as I walked down the coast, The old man that never hesitated to put
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I stand there by the old man that held my hand as I walked down the coast, The old man that never hesitated to put
I remember the feel of his fur, and can almost remember his smell. Standing next to him was amazing. He once stood up with me
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