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Jul 2011
I, sometimes, think of,
All of the people,
Who could answer,
"Is there life after death?"

I get jealous, because,
There, once, were some,
Who - now -
Have such an answer.

But, then I remember those people are dead,
And, how that may actually ****.
© 2011 Elephants & Coyotes
Elephants and  Coyotes
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     Joel M Frye and Annabel
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