March Of Death Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
March Of Death
Rejoicing over my death will be plentiful and of good quality.
Songs will be sung and bands will play the march of death for
me as I pass away.
Never staying too long in one place for very long, taking to
back roads where I am always most at home.
Run away with feelings and silently be happy for death has
played it's part well and I can no longer co-exist with others.
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