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Once, a half century passed, grandfather a babe
The ring was born flipping pages like an old method
Subsequently a daughter; a crown was placed upon her
Catching fairy dust raining upon a portrait
Platinum, diamonds, sapphires
Catching sun rays the game played
Imitating her mothers ride
With the exception of a funeral locked away
There were many tears
The ring buried secretly never showing her pearly whites……
The evening is here when new life emerges
Grandpa took a visit to see his girl
Looking down something did not fit right
It’s the ring!
Pools of moisture brings exuberance
A gift from his higher self
Unwrapping present over and over again
Memorializing perpetually awakes hibernation asleep in her soul
Wrought iron gates open slowly, revealing my garden
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