Aunt Polly’s Cuffs

give love give
s’oft gray walls
I walk in
past y’r pews
past fun’ral calls

m’lifes words worth
hymns’n sighs f’days
costa m’hidden smirk
strut past cryers’n
m’shut casket praise

spin’n dance f’rend
t’child again t’sing
not t’praise’n echo
good t’be home
good t’be king

her church’s burst’n
f’these good boys
dead cum t’life
speak t’me f’rends
speak t’my joys

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