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By: B9Patric~

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On the park bench sat the pair
Mother with dirty clothes, messy hair
But still he had a look of pride
He couldn’t see the tangle inside
Time passed and the two did walk
Not much about which to talk
Arm in arm they did stroll
The younger one upholding the old
Onward they travelled as her mind unravelled
Not much to see she wasn’t free
She placed a kiss upon his cheek
For that one moment did lucid speak
She’d gotten tired growing weak
So that park bench did once more seek
Being alone she’d come to fear
She knew her time was drawing near
A simple kiss could not erase
The ravages of time upon her face
So once more sat the pair
While into space she did stare
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Patty