I go outside to the things i’ll see, A life of pain, not simple or free. I walk and wonder of what i’ll be, If i get old as the sea. There was a tim…
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keithgarrettpoetry 
Keith having children, and grandchildren, I feel the pure love in every word my brother, your poem is more than beautiful and such a lasting tribute. Awesome job my brother! May I re-blog it on my site?
Thanks for reading.please do.
On Wed, Aug 24, 2016 at 5:29 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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