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My Friend Dead

My friend, a mobile encyclopedia, professor Used to talk about life and death like a philosopher; When I die, I like a living, will see by mine own eyes, Who visits me; who smiles; who laughs; who cries; He was a great personality, like Socrates, indeed, He was punctual and regular in his every deed; He said, in the beginning, that philosophy is everything… Then he said, psychology is intertwining; Then he talked of prayer, which is overall, Ultimately he found sleeping-pills all in all; I did not attend his funeral for the reason: If he opens his eyes and sees what's my position... 22 November 2021

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Date: 11/26/2021 11:39:00 PM
This one confused me. But you know its truth.... Panagiota
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Date: 11/22/2021 4:11:00 AM
Hummm... interesting write for sure. God bless you friend. Love, Gina
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