Mikey’s Funeral #3
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Marilyn Lott
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We all gathered around his grave
The neighborhood children and me
My husband did not attend
It was his trap that caught Mikey, you see
We each said a special prayer
Asked God Mikey’s soul to please keep
Kleenex tissues were passed around
In case we began to sob or to weep
But of course we will all see mounds
In our yards and gardens and flowers
More moles like Mikey will appear and dirt
Will sprout like seeds from spring showers!
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