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A Plea From Dave (From His Grave)
by Kulbir Bhalla
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My dear honey,
Life isn't sunny!
I'm having no ball -
My plot size is small.
It's crowded here -
I lie buried near
So many strangers
And face dangers
Like flash flood
And suffocating mud.
I don't seek pity
But this isn't pretty,
With crawling worms
And flesh-eating germs.
Call it a theft -
I've no flesh left.
What's left of Dave Jones
Is a pile of bones.
My bones are old,
Damp and cold.
I constantly weep
In my eternal sleep.
I tell you, honey:
This isn't funny.
I beg you, dear:
Get me out of here!

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March 16, 2019
More By: Kulbir Bhalla
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Comments on this Poem

Comment Randy, my gratitude for your appreciation.

kulbirbhalla
03/19/2019 18:21 PM

Comment Great poem.

Randy Johnson
03/19/2019 17:54 PM




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