My Kayla Marie
Your un-developed lungs
A sore sight this would be
Quickly blamed myself
For puffin' the weed
Ten years passed
We were blessed
Two sons and daughters
Big family obsessed
My disease of attitude
I may never defeat
For you, a warning sign
be peace minded always
for you will see
You'll forever be my
Miss Kayla Marie
poem by Matt Mondschein
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