A first newspaper begins to pile up
Just below the foot
Of my passed-away neighbor's stairs
How many papers will be left there
I had picked those papers up for her
To make them easier for her to reach
I'm sad this small gesture
Will no longer be received
Life in San Francisco
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It's hard to quit caring, to quit taking care, when someone passes on. I lament your loss.
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