I eyed three carnations
that I'd pulled from a bin,
and tied together with a rubber band,
so they wouldn't separate in the car
like his parents did a short month before
the funeral.
My engine grumbled on fittingly
towards a short-term patient
whose death bed
was shaped like a race car.
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 10:37 PM UTC
I eyed three carnations
that I'd pulled from a bin,
and tied together with a rubber band,
so they wouldn't separate in the car
like his parents did a short month before
the funeral.
My engine grumbled on fittingly
towards a short-term patient
whose death bed
was shaped like a race car.
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