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Fiction Poetry

Double-booked

Here’s the church,

Here’s the steeple,

Inside are the funeral people;

Outside stands the bride who starts to curse.

The priest is no hostage-negotiator,

He’s a spitter.

The groom’s had enough,

he’s a quitter.

But the guests aren’t going without a fight.

They’ve taken the cemetery.

 

It’s one in, one out.

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