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Wendell was hit too

But the car knocked him

Clear of harm

While you went under

The truck as if for shade


You who had come to him

When he called you

The way my dog

Comes to me

Came to rest finally


Under the limestone slab

Dad laid and that I grew up to

Have to mow around

Covered in grass clippings

The edges nicked white







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