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Oct 2011
How do you sleep, Virginia?
In that house he built you.
How do you sleep, Virginia?
In fair Virginia Dale.
How do you sleep, Virginia?
Now that he's gone.
How do you sleep, Virginia?
With that coffin under your bed.
How do you sleep, Virginia?
That metal box below you.
How do you sleep, Virginia?
His body lying cold.
How do you sleep, Virginia?
That box full of alcohol.
How do you sleep, Virginia?
Him pickled below your bed.
How do you sleep, Virginia?
It's not a raven tapping,
On your chamber door.
Ken Kennedy
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