Families-Pick Up the Phone
All differ in relationships that's for sure.
Sometimes, though very hard to endure.
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Weep over dead animals with hue and cry, we do.
Never once realizing, that our days as family are numbered, too.
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My question is, are we really family or just putting on false-face?
And if we are, a tragedy,a loss and a total disgrace.
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A day has twenty-four long hours in it.
Dehumanized,degraded by the eternal,"I am too busy pit?"
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That grave's mouth is waiting to swallow us all.
What's that you say~ you can't hear its roaring call?
January 7, 2020
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