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First, we praise the dead,
and then our chords
must sing the living.
For we preach of life,
its complications,
sanguinary.
That I love you
is rock. One firm seam that will not be
dislodged, even
when I pull your root
up to my opened lips.
When the pastor says, "All rise,"
is it wrong
I am reminded of you?
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 8 years agoEllen More,
I do adore
your mystery phrases
that shine in the light.
A simple phrase
a subtle turn
your vexng message:
Next; I yearn
legerdemerover 8 years agoI might have missed this for too long - so glad Todski pointed us to it in PF&D.
I have little to say other than I loved it, loved the way you started in such a serious vein and ended up hitting my laugh button. And I couldn't agree More with Ashesh about the last stanza - it's a hoot!
