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I lived poor and died poor. no obituary written nowhere a black flag fluttered no one grieved no bells tolled no prayers recited, to still my departed soul! My body was wheeled in a hearse with a few following with hesitant steps more as a custom than a gesture true the open gates of the walled cemetery allowed a glimpse of the newly dug grave in a remote corner it stood close to an overgrown hedge among many a mound that bore no name on it Oh, the indigent and the lonely are destined to huddle together in death under the sod with their identities merged into a single clan! My body when swiftly lowered to the pit and as everyone left to join the rage of life, I pondered, how on this Earth the distinctions of rank extend down unto dust and follow one like a faithful mongrel
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Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 11:57 PM UTC
When I Died
I lived poor and died poor. no obituary written nowhere a black flag fluttered no one grieved no bells tolled no prayers recited, to still my departed soul! My body was wheeled in a hearse with a few following with hesitant steps more as a custom than a gesture true the open gates of the walled cemetery allowed a glimpse of the newly dug grave in a remote corner it stood close to an overgrown hedge among many a mound that bore no name on it Oh, the indigent and the lonely are destined to huddle together in death under the sod with their identities merged into a single clan! My body when swiftly lowered to the pit and as everyone left to join the rage of life, I pondered, how on this Earth the distinctions of rank extend down unto dust and follow one like a faithful mongrel
valsa-george
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Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 11:57 PM UTC
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