Coffin
Where would I stay
But inside,
After the ghost'sleft
The body inside,
The coffin
the nails and the rot,
Is claiming the dimes
and the pennies,
The bitter toasts given,
Injuries and injustices,
The corporal design,
only the master
Had the masters touch,
To foretold trouble
and grievances buried,
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