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May 2016
My demons swim.
George's can fly.
Mabel's can shoot
Jimmy's won't die.

My sorrows are deeper.
Judy's weigh more.
Fred's chained him up.
Anne's heart was tore.

I can breathe lighter.
(Ah, that's where you win
From the contest of sorrows
One cannot rescind.)
When life beats you up, just remember: It beat up someone before you, and someone before them. One's own sorrows are not greater than anyone else's, only one's joy can be greater.
Lark Train
Written by
Lark Train  California
(California)   
760
   Hafsa, --- and Mark Wanless
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