Nassy Fesharaki Poems

When gone

I wonder if I can
When am dead
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Frisbee

My friends
I ask you to please
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Call

Saw him as willow
Was leaning against wall
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Cemetery

In times I take a while
I sit me in a room
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Counted on

Dad always counted on my mom when
We had lands, lot of farms, in village
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Beetles to gadflies

Can recall that summer
-and camping in open
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I killed him

Not proud, not ashamed:
-he confessed: "I killed him! "
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To my mother

Much I have on plate
-must hurry and handle
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Driving

I enjoy driving
-it is tour, observing
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Handsome

Long and white is his hair
-parted right in middle
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