Not One More

November 17, 2017
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One step, two step,
three step, Four.

One death, two death,
not three, not one more.

Grandmother was gone long before,
Her mind lock behind closed doors.
Soon her presence could be felt no more.

Papaw was to follow soon thereafter;
The same year, gave the universe some laughter.

I threw a swing but missed.
A last chance to say goodbye not taken,
Forever grandfather will be missed.

One death, two death,
Not three, not one more.

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