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  • She never learned how to do a cartwheel,
    but she could roll the perfect joint.

    She didn't learn how to do eye makeup
    or how to tolerate wearing heels
    or mess with clothes that say 'Dry Clean Only',
    but she was comfortable and you could feel it.

    She didn't always know what to say
    or when to be affectionate,
    but you wouldn't know it.

    She couldn't really make the pain go away,
    but she could make you laugh.
    She could make you forget yourself
    for a little while.

    I suppose there were a lot of things
    she couldn't do,
    but she could love.

    My God,
    she could love.
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