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from the March 2010 issue

Lockjaw

I walk toward the mill
To meet my quiet father
He walks on grass-covered paths
His foot in a child's shoe

The mill got swept away by the river
Two wars have since gone by
Father was taken away later on
Soon no one knows that either.

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