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Jul 2022
My funeral will be held in the backyard.

My urn will rest on a small table,

Covered with some odd colored cloth.
(Their choice, I'll have no preference.)

Some of my friends will come.

Nervous laughter will be heard.

Stories will be told.

Later, everyone will go home.
Written by
Michael James Faulkner  Ada, Ok.
(Ada, Ok.)   
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