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My Suit of Grief
I am off to buy a suit today
A black suit or maybe gray,
I have a funeral to attend,
A suit of grief to buy and then
In my closet, there it shall stay.
And there I hope it rots away
Not to be worn another-day
A fancy fig leaf from a bin.
I am off to buy a suit today.
Only the living have a say
Of attire and grand array
For a dress in which to ascend
Or a coat in which too defend
For the dead we can only pray.
I am off to buy a suit today.
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