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Jul 2013
FE
The hearse ride was pleasant,
Through the glass windows
seeing people pass by.
But when I reached
the grave,
I realised
That there was a misprint
on my epitaph.
Now I must wait another day,
before they bury me.
Alex George
Written by
Alex George  Mumbai
(Mumbai)   
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