Rolland Heiss

Rookie - 14 Points (03/14/1965 / Burbank, California)


She was young and sweet and saint-like when we laid her in the grave
With hair the shade of Auburn, flowing 'cross her breast in waves
Her lips looked soft and gentle, as if she simply slumbered
We gave her body back to dust, her soul left unencumbered

Still, envied I the mud and clay, when we laid her down to rest
For I would ever long to hold the sweetness they possessed
And I would ever long to sleep as gently by her side
As that unforgiving loam that stole away my promised bride

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