Morbid Trumpets
By jolono
Sun, 31 Mar 2013    
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    They are used to mask the smell
To bring some light to this darkness
But the colour of death is not black,
It’s white, like hilltop snow.
It’s not sadness that brings a tear
Not blood that makes a stain
But the smell and the droppings
From these morbid trumpets.
Bring none to my final journey
They have no place at my side
I want Tulips and Daffodils
Not the scent of death.
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Nice one, Jolono, I assume
    Permalink    Submitted by The Walrus on   
  Nice one, Jolono, I assume you mean those horrible black lilly things you only ever see at funerals.
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yep, I'm not sure of the
yep, I'm not sure of the type of flower (lilly?) but I like the poem.
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There are cream colured
    Permalink    Submitted by The Walrus on   
  There are cream colured lilies too with a big stamen that really stink.
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Nice poem Jolono. I hope
Nice poem Jolono.  I hope you backed a couple of winners a Cheltenham.
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