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Sep 2016
When my time finally arrives,
Finality holds no surprise;
But please remember
To close my eyes,
Shut my mouth,
End my lies.
Lace polished shoes
On my feet,
Cross my hands
Upon my chest,
Comb my hair,
Let me rest.
And tell the truth
When you speak.

(and if it's not an imposition,
lay me in the right position)


Dispense with the hyperbole,
There's hell to pay,
I assure you.
Francie Lynch
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Francie Lynch
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