Will They Play Puff
When I die where will my dragons go?
Will my faeries and unicorns survive?
Will anyone remember me at all?
Will the family fight over my orange chair?
When I expire, will I watch and smirk?
Will I attend my own wake?
Will my hippie paintings be admired or discarded?
Will the kids have a garage sale or a bonfire or both?
Will they even gather and think of me a second or more?
When I die will anyone speak?
Will they play Puff the Magic Dragon, my only request?
Will I care?
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