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The Graveyard

Updated: Apr 14, 2022


the woods of Mississippi

I regard a graveyard in a hush,

Forced to reminisce a bit tipsy

A whole lotta terracotta trees

Once lush,

For arisen’s the somber season

Of Mother Earth’s menopause —

Winter’s touch; Summer’s treason —

Strangling the trees w/ icy claws.

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