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Pine Boxes
Contributed by
oldschool
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Tuesday, 28th February 2006 @ 09:16:32 AM in AEST
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There are bones clamoring.
Where mold and mildew rein supreme,
where deep accents seep through aging pine
and a song plays in lieu of cold rumors.
Shadows have no place to hide there
and suits fair no better than ragged shawls.
The neighbors?...they no longer peak at you from behind broken blinds.
The bills?... they no longer hold sway
for you have paid a debtor’s debt.
The kids?...they laugh on as you once did
not noticing their fading silhouette and
unable to hear that old Thomas A. Dorsey tune
that rings out to you in perfect perpetuity...
encased so neatly in a sweet scent of pine.
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Re: Pine Boxes
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by shelby on
Tuesday, 28th February 2006 @ 10:32:35 AM AEST
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You gave me a couple chills. Meaning behind your words so crystal clear. I loved this write.
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Re: Pine Boxes
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by Jackee_line on
Tuesday, 28th February 2006 @ 04:17:27 PM AEST
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| well done |
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Re: Pine Boxes
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by candysears on
Thursday, 13th April 2006 @ 08:27:39 PM AEST
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| Made me think...This was very good..God Bless! |
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