November 2, 2011
Perfection. Green green grass
Glistening dewy and bright
Reflecting shadows of the past
Caught at dawn's twilight

A slab of what they say is granite
But really plastic filled with chalk
But that's just the way they planned it
It's not about the talk the walk

No it's just about the legacy
Things we don't see 'till lost
What's remaining for the eulogy
And what the funeral cost

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