The first time I died, I walked my ways;
I followed the file of limping days.
I held me tall, with my head flung up,
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I wonder what the poems' connotation is? Can anyone help me?
A poem for someone lying in a grave- epitaph. Written in jest supposedly by the 'dead' body - describing how it looks from her grave point of view. Crafty and witty as always with a cutting last line.! 0+++