How can we walk by
another human being
just get used to it?
And what of buildings?
Beautiful in their own way
Less so than the sky
Change in location
Only means the place has changed
You are still with you
Babies believe that
they cant walk- then they do
one step at a time
Humor is an art
It's like being a painter
Funny's not constant
What is it you teach?
People say "Math" or "Chumash"
Don't we teach people?
Great literature
tells the story of our lives
warts and everything
We own our questions
We have each others answers
So we need to share
Beauty is striking
So true yet so meaningless
In and of itself
Once upon a time
there was once upon a time
Cherish one- don't wince.
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