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Post by Emad Fouad on Jul 22, 2007 11:19:01 GMT -5
A funeral
We walked in the funeral no one told us there was a short cut the traffic did not hold us up we held our flowers in sweaty hands our heads bent humbly behind the bier the bier that noticeably slowed down before reaching the open gate of the cemetery we continued in step with the sad rhythm we passed through the metal gate in rows even those carrying the body set it down at the edge of the road and locked behind us the gates with thick heavy chains the coffin rattling on the outside watching our awkward steps towards the open grave.
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Post by Bobby Slais on Jul 22, 2007 19:54:23 GMT -5
Hello and welcome to the forum, glad you have arrived!
This piece is a striking read, one I enjoyed,very powerful. The ending bit is perfect. I will be reading more of you. Thanks!
Peace and love Bobby
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