My job is to speak intimately
To cut through confusion
And stir what is within us
Pay day is every other Friday
No money
And a million dollars of satisfaction
Monday, June 28, 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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