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6d
Celebration

Tall, handsome, eyes light, hair curly,
He didn’t have a job and still lived at home,
But his frumpy mom clearly adored him
And he walked around our town as if
His mere existence was cause for celebration.

Years later, after his untimely demise
I realized—he was right.
Written by
Steve Matthews
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