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POEM: Unfortunate Resting Place

By Berniegourley @berniegourley

POEM: Unfortunate Resting PlaceSpanish moss drapes the live oaks,
nightly fog creeps from the sea,
ghosting graves of ancient folk.
The fateful dead, who speak to me:

"We didn't choose this place to rest our bones.
"Were we free, you'd elsewhere find our stones.
"Visit us, you must, in this eerie home,
"Just please don't leave us here alone."

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