Her words were cold and cruel.
She took me for an imbecile or fool.
So while she slept 'neath summer skies
I taped the pennies over both her eyes.
While she dreamed of far off lands
I firmly placed the lily in her hands.
I dug that hole so deep and wide
so I could secure her there inside.
When she awoke in her makeshift grave
which I had constructed hoping her soul to save
the realization did come t0 her by and by
you never know when you are going to die.
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