Friday, June 21, 2019
Wood Smoke & Sawdust Comments
Rating: ★5.0
His voice was like wood smoke & sawdust
As he comforted, crying over made up scenarios of a world without him
"I'll never die Tee-bee Jay-bee... I'm superman"
His voice convinced me he was immortal
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1/20/2026 12:25:16 PM # 1.0.0
Cancer changed that voice to just smoke and dust Now hardly audible over the buzz of an oxygen machine But hes still here He's still my superman.. life's situations make us realize so many of what we plan and think and love are not in our hands. Turn to God. God will comfort you my dear poet. tony