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Sing
a song
for
for
Robert…
On
a soft night in May,
What
had begun, quietly ended.
Room dimly lit,
Shrank into darkness.
Hands held tightly
Unfold
and fall.
Sing
a song
for
for
Him.
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| My brother Robert Peck 1951 - 1997 |
