The Last Funeral Party
I Have To Organize
And This Party Is Near Over.
A Flash Bulb Like On Father's Leica
And I'm Sure That Doesn't Exist.
For The Road,
Generously Poured
By The Last Man I've To See.
I'll Call It A Night
When It Gets Dark In Here
And Then,
And Only Then Can I Realise There Was Something
I Forgot To Say.
CK
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