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Funerals
it starts with:
it was-
whatever month.
something about the air,
and how it smelled like
whatever plant.
the feeling
in relation
to austere, in a way.
the most common method
to toast
an imperatively sullen day.
it was-
whatever month.
something about the air,
and how it smelled like
whatever plant.
the feeling
in relation
to austere, in a way.
the most common method
to toast
an imperatively sullen day.
Published 10th May 2011
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Anonymous
10th May 2011 1:11am
This is great! The under-exaggerated tone of death is a subject I've always been fascinated in. I love the hints of rhyme at the end. :]
10th May 2011 7:37am
What an excellent blueprint, even laid out in an [insert photo here], [parental signature here] sort of way. In 38 words you managed to sum up just about every single funeral toast I've ever heard, and hell, half the eulogies. And the little rhyme at the end adds to the slightly supercilious "this is just how it always is" air you create. There's nothing wrong with this one that I can see, nice and tight.
