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The Funeral Procession

The Funeral Procession By Elton Camp The town’s richest old miser finally died So only a few cars went on the final ride Out to the cemetery to see him put away Where he would stay until judgment day A man on the sidewalk removed his hat It was nice to see such respect as that What I saw next looked so much worse Laughing in the car behind the hearse The five in the car were in a good mood It made me ask who could be that crude My companion explained the lack of cares “That car is the one carrying all his heirs.”

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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