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steven-ekstrom's picture
Jun.24.2008
This was the poem that I wrote for my Grandmother, Foy Bragg, before she passed away from lung cancer in 2006.  Basically, this poem became her eulogy at her funeral--easily one of my best pieces. I miss her a lot. If you smoke--fucking quit already--there are people who love you and don't want to...