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WEDNESDAYS
In the graveyard
Litter tosses
Winds blow o’er
Frozen mosses
Hard cold ground
Ashen gray
Stands a soul
This March Wednesday
Stands before
A tombstone, prays
On the grave
Some roses, lays
Her greatest gift
A rose from God
Marking prayers
Upon this sod
Graveyard keeper’s
Shadowy cloud
Picks up rose
“It’s not allowed.”
In the graveyard
Winds blow dust
From keeper’s pocket
Drops some crust.

