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I diddn't notice my mother's jewelry she wore As funeral procession becomes vain bonfire The mask older becoming amber aspic As more relics are worn more frequently. Diamonds are too much for the grocery store, As amethyst doesn't wear well by day anymore. Still we have the whole set of pearls To wear at dying processionals. I haven't a thing to wear at my funeral. Let's put it off as long as we can And I'll keep buying more time. No layaway though. I don't like the way that sounds.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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