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TPF / FRAGMENT {11 of 12} -- by BOKE {TPF_9_01}

{TPF_11_01} MY GRANDPA worked his garden then sat down

{TPF_11_02} one morning in the kitchen ... and JUST DIED.

{TPF_11_03} My grandma did not notice (her mind's town

{TPF_11_04} had been depopulating) -- Mother cried . . .

 
{TPF_11_05} . . . to find her father sitting puffed and gone,

{TPF_11_06} her mother talking to the man she talked

{TPF_11_07} with nightly 'bout the world. Then up at dawn

{TPF_11_08} to work-and-save a lifetime. He who walked . . .

 
{TPF_11_09} . . . behind his team of mules with me in arm,

{TPF_11_10} who maybe misbehaved some. (Hope he did.)

{TPF_11_11} A tall and handsome man without much charm

{TPF_11_12} who loved but mostly kept his feelings hid.

 
{TPF_11_13} It took three weeks before my grandma said

{TPF_11_14} her man was gone. In hours she was dead.