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Sometimes in my morning mind.
As I sit and watch the world pass by.
And ponder on my last regret
While stubbing out my last cigarette.
I think of you.
And the lessons you taught.
How often you gave
More than you ought
And I a sapling in my youth
Took all from you that I could.
But youth no more
Does grace these bones.
While yours are laid at rest.
On that fair afternoon
I left you to soon.
It Will always be my
Last regret.

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