Legends
¶ 1
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The dead used to be
people I had only met in photographs
Sunday hats and Sunday baths
¶ 2
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Now the dead are men I recall
admired faces on football cards
lined up by teams in our back yard
¶ 3
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Now they have daisies for stars
No more autographs to sign
But still taking corners in our minds
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