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Dec 2020
She was manic before court that day.
I told her we only had five minute to wait,
but she said she had to leave.
That was before she used the bad bag.
At the mortuary they thought she had
a frown on her face.
Her family from out of town just came to see
that she was dead,
then they left.
Her teenage daughter couldn’t stay.
She left in a car full of friends.
I looked at the corpse.
It did frown.
Written by
John Hayes  78/M/Pittsburgh, PA
(78/M/Pittsburgh, PA)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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