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Aug 20, 2007
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hmm
We’ve sewn together
Actually I think that it was called knitting
better yet Crochet
we crocheted squares
creating bonds immortal bonds
never meant to be broken
squares, immortal squares
4sides, 90 degree angles, simple and easily understood
we would move on to scarves and bags once I perfected my skilland you grew old less.
OKay
This is what mommy called bonding time
spending time with grandma before she died of old age
misused anatomy
this isn’t poetry but a reflection
of
misused time
I did not have the patience to perfect my skill:
reversing old age people
— Word, Aug 20, 2007
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When my grandmother died
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