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Our new coffins have just arrived.
For women, for men,
For children, for adults,
For the short, the tall, the fat,
For every length and every shape.
Gilded, embossed, marbled,
Our coffins have arrived.
The very latest models.
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L'essenziale è invisibile e agli occhi e al cuore. Beccarlo è pura questione di culo
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Typo second to last line. Out instead of our, I’m supposing.
Odd poem this one Lynn
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Thank you. Corrected.
Coffins, not something any of us want to think about, but we should not leave that responsibility to those left. Wicker basket I would like or a cardboard box would do, as long as I am remembered with some wild or garden flowers. Interesting poem.
Yes, it is an interesting poem.
Oh my God!! Why is there so much depression?
Life isn’t always happy.
It is depended on time.joy for sometime;and pain too for sometime.perhaps the time of happieness -we feel as long time.right.life is a unsolved riddle.