Tag Archives: mourning

garlanding

Down the street an unscathed oak trunk killed a car grieving relatives festooned the hard place you have seen this before woman with a drink saw her husband flirting with drove off in a hurry blind drunken tears stamped her … Continue reading

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Leaving (2)

They really didn’t shovel earth onto the gleaming wood and brass, but they might as well; they lowered it through plastic turf that’s supposed to pass as grass and I guess they slowly tolled a bell; and I can’t just … Continue reading

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Leaving

They didn’t really shovel earth onto the gleaming wood and brass, but they might as well; they lowered it through plastic turf that’s supposed to pass as grass and I guess they slowly tolled a bell; and I can’t just … Continue reading

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