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He wore it on the right

But illness frayed his interest

It was placed beside the bed

Where we lay tightly buckled.

Now, resting the face on my left

And closing the worn strap

I know how taut his time

Until, our tie was all that mattered.

  • A poem by Deirdre Dowling.


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