0726

0726 I'm a date

0726 I'm late

0726 I'm a code

0726 0726 0726

I was told i look like 0726

I haven't meet him

I am writing this on a whim

This numberis like a needle prick

It might make you feel sick

I 0726 act like that grandfather i never met

I 0726 write like the man that I will never regret wondering about

If you listen while im sleeping I'm mumbling out 0726

In my dreams im shouting at

0726 0726 0726 0726 0726

I am the needle prick that the doctor gave him when he sick

ZERO SEVEN TWO SIX

I am a number

He sleeps that eternal slumber

The funny thing is i hate needles 

I was his IV before his grandson

I was the pain in his chest

AND NOW HE IS LAID TO REST

Now I'm a grandson without a grandfather

If i get to meet him in heaven i'll be blessed

Now i will let my words say the rest

I know he is looking down on me

As you can see i am developed

This is because i am enveloped in his eternal thoughts

His name was Carl Huseman

He was the orginal 0726

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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