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I'm rummaging through the loft
For something you had that was soft
I'm rummaging through your old toys
Action figures, stuff for the boys.
I'm rummaging through your old things
Looking at a costume of dragon wings.
I'm looking at an old picture frame Looking at your face,
Leads me to disgrace.
I'm remembering the wake
Nothing would cheer me up not even cake.
I'm looking at a guy with a bottle of wine and I begin to think,
I will never pick up another drink.
An original poem by: Kayla Hughes
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