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Jeff McAdam

  • Writer: J L Birch
    J L Birch
  • Dec 13, 2020
  • 1 min read

Updated: Apr 7, 2022

Jeff was an irritating kid,

his lips always wet,

he spat when he spoke.


He would feign injury when

we played ball together,

throwing himself across

the yard, holding a knee,

as we rolled our eyes.


You know,

that boy died in his twenties,

a skydiving accident,

crashing into the earth.




 
 
 

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