The shadow falls
The road is empty
The rocks are like spines
They show no pity
But….
Before the black curtain falls
The street gets misty
Before the fogies know about the felony
And the grasses get soggy
I need to follow the stars
Get to the belfry
Forget the throes
Clean the frock so murky
And don the white dress
That makes me pretty
Adorn the blue baskets
And fill them with poppy
With a smile across my face
Sell them in plenty
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