Copyright © 2009 Ernest Bloom.
I wish we could Facebook the dead,
Find out where they hid the gold.
Tell them what we never said, like calling
Down a safe and distant hole.
Come to think of it, I guess we can.
Most of them just happen to be
Not quite officially dead yet, or else they
Totter on the fence where it doesn't really seem to
Make an awful lot of difference.
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