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A Perfect Southern Funeral
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We buried Her in June
A Perfect Southern Funeral
Hot, Humid, Bright
The Cicadas' Choir kept time
Beating like each ticking down heartbeat
The Sun's Oppressive Heat
Reminded us we didn't want to be here
Anywhere but here
The Generic Cross handed to me
Sealed the end of the ritual
We lay wilted roses on Her casket
They die with Her
We suffer through this mass
To assure She had
The Perfect Southern Funeral
A Perfect Southern Funeral
Hot, Humid, Bright
The Cicadas' Choir kept time
Beating like each ticking down heartbeat
The Sun's Oppressive Heat
Reminded us we didn't want to be here
Anywhere but here
The Generic Cross handed to me
Sealed the end of the ritual
We lay wilted roses on Her casket
They die with Her
We suffer through this mass
To assure She had
The Perfect Southern Funeral
I buried my mother a few years ago. It was hot. June. Miserable. A friend that had come to comfort me commented that this was a perfect funeral for the south. We're known for our weddings and our funerals. Just wanted to share this on a holiday that we exalt candy. We are to remember those lost. And I remember her. <3
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