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Original Photography by Kristine 


30 Minutes of You
by Kristine 

A Stranger
Met at the local pond
He was French Catholic
With a coffee in hand 
Had a Sister, Like Me
Lost an Uncle
The same way I lost you
Spoke of his seven year old daughter
A proud dad, A salesman
In a dress shirt and tie
We spoke of family, Life
A person I felt
I was destined to meet
I needed to talk, About you
The great person, You were
And always will be
Minutes, Turned into an hour
We shook hands
A window rolled down
With the most sincere goodbye
A tear rolled down my face
Wondering
How I got through
The past thirty minutes 

Original Poetry by Kristine 

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