Two Minutes
The birds in the churches don’t know,why the people have gathered.
The leaves fluttering around don’t know,
why their eyes are glazed over.
why their eyes are glazed over.
The younglings, confused, don’t know,
why wreaths are centered.
why wreaths are centered.
The wrinkled faces.
The ones who do know,
must wish they didn’t.
The ones who do know,
must wish they didn’t.
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