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R.I.P.


 

As I sit with my head down, reminiscing,

 I begin to start thinking,

  thoughts of you come back,

   I'm still missing, sh*t is wack.

    Why oh why, can't you just come back?

 

Good times ended content, NOT anything could be of resent,  

 I'm glad I kept these memories 4ever,

  I'm glad we grew up 2gether.

 

R.I.P., means rest in peace,

 it's not goodbye,

  it's see you later.

   REST IN PEACE.

 

For Grandpa Peregrino. We Love You. 

 

by

 

Brandon Kim

 

 

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