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‘‘Twas just a Monday morning On my journey, mourning...

‘‘Twas just a Monday morning

On my journey, mourning 

For the loss of my mother

Truly left me somber

When I saw the boy in red

His skateboard seemingly made of lead

As time seemed to freeze between us

A glint came of his eye 

That really made me smile 

I looked and said hello 

He waved back and smiled

Then the boy in red rode off

Into the red horizon