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Trauma

Oliver's dead
He had a fit during surgery
No amount of painkillers can help this migraine
The shock is seismic

I shouldn't be working
I'm an emotional earthquake
My dearest has lost a playmate
She's pining
Coming out in sympathy (and ulcers)

It's a sequence of cataclysms
The funeral will be an estuary of tears
Every bone in my body is aching
"Ooh Daisy, I think I'm having a heart attack"
Still, lord have mercy
We have his ashes
Cradled by a cavalcade of blue flowers
His spirit is observant from shitzu heaven.

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