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did you imagine I could leave you
trapped in quick drying cement
locked forever on a bed of strangers coral
with only sea spray falling on the reef
to mourn your passing?

no my friend
you're coming back with me
precious cargo safely stowed
freight forward

flight 89 climbed above a shroud of cotton cloud
held us softly all the way to Auckland

going home
in a simple honest box
the way you were

going home
strewn all over with our last farewell

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