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The Chorus Line
At the chorus line with my friends
riding the bier on artificial grass
crying and feeling the pain
seeing death's eyes
Pinned to a white carnation
keeping my bones dry
attired in a seersucker suit
six feet from the truth
Touched by words
of a fairweather poet
etched in stone
embraced with two fingers of formaldehyde
riding the bier on artificial grass
crying and feeling the pain
seeing death's eyes
Pinned to a white carnation
keeping my bones dry
attired in a seersucker suit
six feet from the truth
Touched by words
of a fairweather poet
etched in stone
embraced with two fingers of formaldehyde
Published 18th Aug 2021
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Anonymous
19th Aug 2021 7:36am
Some great lines here:
riding the bier on artificial grass
6 feet from the truth
2 fingers of formaldehyde
Enjoyable turns of phrase!
riding the bier on artificial grass
6 feet from the truth
2 fingers of formaldehyde
Enjoyable turns of phrase!
19th Aug 2021 5:06pm
