Until It Happens

Don't be concerned about what others say about you.
Just do what you do and be done with it.
One day you will silence their lips.

'But Maaaahhh, that makes no sense! '

It ain't suppose to until it happens.
Now go outside and play.
You're getting on my last nerve!

Dedicated To:
Mrs. Edna Pearl Roberts Prudhomme Pertillar
My mom.

'Ma, we miss you and your so 'appropriate'
philosophy about life and other 'stuff' '

(Andrea, Tammy, Lisa, Larry)

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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