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A poem written to parents of an organ donor. |
| Dear Mr. and Mrs. Franklin, I wrote a small poem recently and wanted to share it with you. I am forever grateful for Daniel’s gift. His life. Backpack, mountains, air. Eyes, musical, fiery; smile. His gift. I strolled Central Park Beautiful, warm, alive. Blood flowing through me. Recycled, moving again. Christmas, daughter, clouds. My life. With love, Andrew |
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