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We saw the crosses And the dozen of roses Each for the 12 graves Every tombstone reading 'Jesus Saves' Then an open bible With a funeral verse That sounded like a fable A flocking mass All in black with poignant faces A bald-headed reverend Howling ashes to ashes Clouds change to thunderhead And the airstream consoles The bodies that have lost their souls.
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Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 3:31 PM UTC
A Figment of Funeral
We saw the crosses And the dozen of roses Each for the 12 graves Every tombstone reading 'Jesus Saves' Then an open bible With a funeral verse That sounded like a fable A flocking mass All in black with poignant faces A bald-headed reverend Howling ashes to ashes Clouds change to thunderhead And the airstream consoles The bodies that have lost their souls.
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Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 3:31 PM UTC
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