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My memories of him could go on for hours,
When I had a school play, he brought me flowers.
He could turn a penny into thin air,
Or with the grandchildren play hide the pear.
He could blowout a candle
When his fingers were wet,
But there is still a question unanswered yet.
Where does the flame go when the candle is blown out?
Does it disappear or hang about?
And where does the spirit go when the body is dead?
Does it disappear or stay instead?
If he is here he must see how our love for him is infinity.
