In Memoriam, Jones Fantastic Museum
Jones, Jones, where are your bones?
I'd like to hear again your moans, your groans,
underneath loathed graveyard stones,
all with weird sepulchral tones,
me and all my friends, the crones,
wailing o'er the bones of Jones.
Copyright © Jessica Amanda Salmonson | Year Posted 2019
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