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... lester, m., grandpa , mine died, monday last, twenty first a day past, hundred and one big man, larger, in life than me i, five eleven, he, six two, or so he a cancer, pisces me, got along his wife, unkind, mean spirited long , before she died, he left not leaving, just, not being there but for me, he, in ways silent downward glance, shiteating smile knew this grandson, favorite like him, a kindly flake ... |