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Friday, April 8, 2011

The Coffin Shuts

Lying in a wooden box
Six feet under with dirt and rocks
A mother sits and cries
With his new pair of wings he flies 
Looking back down to earth
At his mother who gave him birth
Wish he wouldn’t be a part of the cutters
But it happened fast
It was the last
Time he would cut
After the funeral his casket shut
That was the end
Goodbye my friend

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