Smoking a lucky star,
chasing numbers,
going out the door ajar,
the same calendar,
my sister says 'i wonder',
she's a great heart,
then she bought a car,
near the Rotunda,
should have seen her park,
right from the start,
out of kilter,
she hits the tar,
all in tears our Ma,
ten years later,
we still hear her laughter,
it finishes our Da,
the loss of a daughter,
stores pictures in a barn,
love always hungers.
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