Miss After Passing Poem by Morgan Klinger

Miss After Passing



After they put me in that casket seven feet under
The things that I will miss the most
One would be sneaking out for a walk in the moonlight
To see the big moon and stars shinning
Another would be lying in the long grass
Soaking in the warm sun
Not having a care in the world
But till then I will continue to enjoy them.

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