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Events (2)

Events (2)

My older brothers were in heaven a long time,
one run over, the other succumbed to lymph cancer,
now, the one run over still had white blonde hair,
seven years old, as the bus came he could only stare.

There was a mix here, some shunted to one side,
they voted for themselves even after they'd died;
no matter, the rest were decent, but not recent,
but fortunate, or maybe unfortunate, to be heaven sent.

My dad and I had a beer, yes - alcohol was here,
remember all those grapes hanging like a green tear,
so earthly became pearly, dad didn't drink beer down there,
this was what I called hospitality, no isolation to care.

So we all got on quite well but you never could tell,
there was always some prick who really belonged in hell.  

 

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Terry Reeves

Hi Max,
There are big questions,
maybe one day we'll know -
maybe not!
Cheers,
Terry.

     

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Tony Taylor

Hey TERRY!!.....this is a little difficult to completely interpret but I found some sadness that made me reflect on the meaning......it had to be a terribly  interesting conversation between you and your father......you have such a way with a sonnet.....and such a wide variety of subject matter to convey within its parameters!!......ALL STARS!!....thanx for sharing this my friend!!......LOVE & ROCKETS!!.......T xo  : )

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Terry Reeves

Hi Tony,
Thanks so much.
You only have one dad although
my brothers may have been more
favoured than me. Nevertheless,
I loved him.
Keep well.
Terry.
xoxo

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Pratibha Savani

Hi Terry. Sorry to hear about your brothers. Very sad. And an interesting take on heaven and hell. We just know the truth...I wonder if we did what we would really think! Enjoying your unique writes. Px

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