was a nice old man you
didn’t meet him he
was nice I remember no you don't he
died long before you
came here he
took real good care of you yes he
did he
was good to me and I - my
sister was 60 she
was young how old was he
55 so young can you
imagine how young can you
even try how long has it been that’s got to be a long time long ago he
was not here you
at the same time as you you you you
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are you talking about God?
Brendan asked that by the way
I didn't think of that, but sure that might work.
This is a real dialogue from a discussion I had, though I'm not one of the people who speaks in the poem. I remembered it because of how choked up this woman got even though it's been so long.
and hi Brendan! Thanks for reading, I miss you buddy.
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