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Luisante sous la pluie battements de marbre et de roses - bonne fête. Frantz - fête des mères 2015.

There were ninety-nine drums in the line, speaking loudly about thin white blankets, bedsores, red Jell-O, disease About the sky cracking and falling to earth in sharp pieces About the old nodding out more frequently now, their bodies shutting down for the last time, faint groans and sighs The buttons have been pushed in sequence, no return now Crossword puzzle books and Uno cards abandoned, TV unwatched, drums drop out one by one until at last only silence Not even shouting down the halls, but whispers I remember the trees were just beginning to turn when you left And how a hard driving rain swept across the grounds The sky cried all night