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please, sing my praises when i'm alive

i can't hear you once the coffins closed
It was awful.  Not the worst book I'd ever read, but that didn't mean it wasn't awful.  His plot had disintegrated halfway through the book; I didn't even read the second half for fear of what meandering nonsense it may hold.  And who edited this thing?  His wife?  Punctuat(more)
praises, sung from the chandelier  
praises, sung from the handle
of the now open door

words still dripping
off the walls (more)
You graduate from college on a balmy June Sunday. There is a large tent providing shade from the unrelenting sun. Your president speaks at commencement commending your achievements, but not your achievements, really the achievements of your class. Your parents sit five rows back, twelve chairs to the left(more)