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and flowers and funerals

and flowers and funerals

September 1, 1998

There are supposed to be grand kids, and meals
And flowers and funerals

My head didn't hurt all the time before
And now all I have is this lack of memory
My life used to make sense

I wonder what details I lost in my life
I record what is left of my memories
I attempt to rescus what is left of my memories
and hope that is enough