i rang my father
he is okon the third day
of over forty degree heat
aircon has lowered
the inside temp
a change is on the way
another couple of days
won't kill him
but dave holds
died in the night
without lungs
or legs
as grog and smokes
took their toll
as he always
knew they would
thats life
or death
whatever
you want to call it
said my dad
riding his eighty-sixth wave
of november heat
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