I think about you when Autumn blesses us with the scent of freshly picked apples,
As it wafts through the crisp fall air.
I sense your spirit looking down upon me.
I can see your strong hands--
Yet capable of the gentlest touch.
I remember how your broad smile
Would warm the room.
But what I remember the most,
Is the way you would let a screaming fart
And proudly whisper,
For only you and I to hear,
Cha, Cha, Chaaaaaaaaaa……
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