I'll carry your coffin,
Until you’re ready to die,
Forever with me, May.
Although it may weigh tons,
The skeletons in your closet,
Have marched for years.
The bats that used to fly,
Are roosting in lemon trees,
But I--
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Child Cemetery: Poetry of Jeffrey Merk
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