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One thing I ask


One thing I ask:
that I might know true love
before I have no strength,
and the undertaker measures
how long I am, my length,
for the coffin he’s prepared,
from which my waxen face
will stare at those who pass.
Is this desire wrong?
Am I a fool to ask?
It makes me rich to think of love—
thus, I write my song.

 

Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
   
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Succor

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Yuma Pioneer Cemetery, Yuma, Arizona
 


One in need
turns to Lady Blue
for succor.

 
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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