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Sorting through the thngs left behind
Not knowing what to keep
Everyone wanting something
Nothing left here for me
My empty home and a hand full of memories
That's all that is left of my Edwin Lee
That's alright, I don't mind
My memories are enough for me

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Very short but insightfull. Nice to read with alot of tenderness.. Bonnie