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No Poem This Morning
Dear soup friends,
There’s no poem this morning; living in central Oklahoma is too sad and painful.
Any death is one too many, especially when innocent children are the victims. It’s almost more than the soul can bear, especially for those who have lost their families. Homes can be rebuilt, lost possessions replaced or forgotten, but not the lives of those held dear.
Ten miles south of total devastation, I am safe with my family, our lives not destroyed by a random yet ordinary natural event in Oklahoma, the third in the same area since 1999. I ask for your kind thoughts and remembrance as we struggle through the aftermath of nature’s wrath yet again.
Jack Jordan
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