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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=410231" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>25 Seconds</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=410231" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">They often found the open caskets <br>far too grim, bizarre. <br>The shuffling friends and family <br>in a procession of painful etiquette. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=410231" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Looking at the young girl's eyes <br>he saw her thoughts racing and jumbling <br>like a 1950s fruit machine in full flow. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=410231" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">She was watching and timing the people ahead <br>desperately groping for a mean or average length of stay <br>Not to appear too overly sad, nor yet too blase and cold </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=410231" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The crowd moved along and the face came in view <br>His nostrils had never been so clean in life <br>she squinted, prying between the closed lids, <br>to see the faint stitches of staples or thread </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=410231" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'25 seconds! ' She decided to wait. <br>'That should do the old bastard proud' <br>Unaware in the moment, her un-distilled hate <br>had uncovered itself, she had thought it, out loud</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Hola+Mentirosa">Hola Mentirosa</a></strong></div>