You can have friends on the other side of death
Said the man in a white robe.
I wrote my grandmother's name on a piece of paper.
In my long, lovely handwriting
'Lois Bibeau';
put her in my pocket.
I hope the man in the white robe was telling the truth.
A friend is hard to find.
aw, Jordan
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all poems today must relate to religious praxis
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