In a parallel world
There are funerals every day
I do not notice
But when you died, I wondered
How can they carry on
Can’t they too feel the loss of you?
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
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Poems by Larry Andrews. The title came to me in a dream. It embodies my goal to serve you Tiger-like readings in Teacup portions. [Click "older posts" at the bottom to see additional writings.) Thanks and enjoy.
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