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Epitaph Poem

Here's to my Oakley flak jaks
I lost at the lake
You weren't as cheap as I thought
I needed you at practice
When I lost the ball in the sun
You didn't compare to my hand
Trying to block the sun out by itself
But I think of you every time
I look into the sun at practice

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Poetry Project

By Austin Wallace