Triple-baked harvest cakes, a humble, kind man gets the call.
We move to compel the undeserving given the upper hand,
by the stroke of cancer in our brawl.
Brothers as youthful foes,
find friendship stronger than those others who never fought out their fight.
A projection portal soon to close,
and long last this note to my sleep will give well-deserved repose.
Loren M. Lambert © October 13, 2013
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