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Flurries fell from the sky, The day you were cindered, Everything swept up, into a blizzard. Your 6ft2 box was carried along, By the men who did you no wrong Your casket a basket In a shroud of frost, For what did another life cost? Ushered inside, By your mum and your dad, for this was the last control over you they had. Shiny midnight cars, lined the roads, Bowing their heads, To their precious load. My booted feet shuffled, determined to not move, I didn't want to see you carried, Up the flue. Ashes to ashes, Dust to dust, What's another man, Gone in the rust?
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Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 4:58 PM UTC
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Flurries fell from the sky, The day you were cindered, Everything swept up, into a blizzard. Your 6ft2 box was carried along, By the men who did you no wrong Your casket a basket In a shroud of frost, For what did another life cost? Ushered inside, By your mum and your dad, for this was the last control over you they had. Shiny midnight cars, lined the roads, Bowing their heads, To their precious load. My booted feet shuffled, determined to not move, I didn't want to see you carried, Up the flue. Ashes to ashes, Dust to dust, What's another man, Gone in the rust?
lydia-pinder
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Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 4:58 PM UTC
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