Here Lies Eleanor
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She is one of many, dear Eleanor secluded
in her secular sepulcher,
One of the lonely plenty, a regular within the
anonymous atoms nebular…
Dreamed of rice, at her wedding
with her sorrows spreading,
She paid the price, with tears shedding
and one pillow bedding…
Of her loneliness, the nights in waiting
Perhaps erroneous, her heart pulsating
and will abating…
All her lonely people, avoiding the sun
hurting no one,
Brings them to the steeple, with prayers none
trying to outrun...
Father McKenzie, could not help Eleanor
a social predator,
In his frenzy, using sermons as to metaphor
a false presenter.
Rest in peace Eleanor Rigby...
Eleanor Rigby Who was she
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