Bus Graveyard

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Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Of Morning.

Not knowing how to plan a funeral,
How to dispose of assets,
How to inform family members,
Friends,
Acquaintances.
None of it.

I bought a ticket
On a bus
Bound for the middle
Of nowhere.

And left the details
To the state.

There will be no requiem.
Posted by Gus Braveyard at 10:17 PM
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