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Jan 2017
I see the burial party, pallbearers,
priest, a single mourner
and the gravedigger leaning on his *****.
I am in the box lowered six feet down
its my turn, and there is no coming back.
How many centuries will time tick on
how far into a future will I be forgot?
What date chiselled into my headstone
may amaze a perusing wanderer ?
Written by
nivek
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