Poetry by Karen

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Jim

This morning I sit and talk with Jim.

Oh, how much I have missed him.

Jim left you see 'bout 8 months past.

I kissed him good-bye; then I laughed.

When he came to me that day last year

'twas the loudest shot you ever did hear.

The blast from the gun lit the whole room;

that was when Jim met his doom.

Now we sit and reminisce................

It is a pity I didn't miss!

Karen L. Durbin

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