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Her tears were almost as rare as her smile
Her world of color was stricken with black
Her eyes crept with tears as they did
A tactful guile
As her face she hid
But each time in the corner
I thought I saw a smile,
Though I know it can’t be true
Seeing you try so hard,
Part of me died with you
You lived for family, God, and country
The Red, White, and Blue
It is fitting that my grandfather should die tonight,
How convenient that this is the very moment I have nightmared about
