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Ode to Calvin

By , North Little Rock, AR
The one who raised me from a baby tree
Looking for him but no longer, I see
Taking my time roaming the halls
Viewing the pictures on the walls
Drip, drip goes the tears on the photo
Like in the Wiz when Dianna Ross lost Toto
Memories flash back in my head
On the day that I found out, he was dead
Watching his heart rate go flat and steady
Made me realize that I was not ready
When I needed things, he went without
Now I know what the true meaning of sacrifice is all about





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