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passage: a poem for my grandma boatright
or as my cousins call
her,
'granma boaty
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by Bil Johnson
got the phone call i'd been expecting
left work early
cried in the parking lot
drove home quiet
drove home numb
tossed keys on the table
drank of a glass of red wine
fell asleep on couch
no dreams came to me
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