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Blackcurrent Jam

I bear the weight
Of never holding my grandfathers hand
Dripping with the sticky sap of melted popsicle
Of never being held in his arms on Christmas
When everyone was crammed into the living room
Air thick with laughter and nostalgia
Of never sitting with him
In his shooner on a sunny afternoon
And listening to all of th eadventures his life has held
And all that he promised mine would hold
Of never crying to him late at night
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