The Lonely Mortuary Assistant... And The Dead Cheerleader Comments

Then dawn came, and time dragged like embers of a cigarette He put her back the way she was, in the chest of deaths treasure And as the years rolled on, and his bones began to toll He remembered that for a second, he had heard the mermaids sing. dearr Milos, this is really a great poem...... write more of positive thinking poems and ur expertise in writing will be accepted by the world of poets.. thank u dear poet. tony