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Ode to an 18th Century Tomb

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Dear Annie,

I wonder do you see your grave
Overrun with thorns, stained with aged speckles

I wonder do you feel my shivering body
Sitting on your ledge, in shadows of moonlight

I wonder do you hear the hush of wind
Wisp by your stony grave

I wonder dear, Annie
Do they remember you





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