Don't you love her as she's leaving,
her memory still in place
The times she lied, the times you cried,
vacant and displaced
Don't you love her as she's leaving,
the pain her mission bell
Tolling far into the distance
beyond heaven—beyond hell
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2020)
‘Thanks Jim'
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