Urn
I awoke with sadness
a yearning cry of an alias
that was tied to an Elton tune
was a sad day even for me
that morning
a few clicks was about it
some would say
the thought of lever
etched their mind's
to them was genius
it fit well
it was already being sung
he got here fast
his following friend came
and nothing like a cork
his followed with a dent
searing though his blind's now
waiting for me
a feast with bottle's of champagne
he took one
shook it up
mysteriously he was tied to it
hard to the cork with grief
he popped the cork
that day
shot straight up with it
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