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Rocks and stones
surround my bones,
The blanket of the dead;

Crickets are
the telephones
Ringing from within my head,

And though it's true
I've heard it said
That eerie are the unshrived dead

From me you'll get no groans.

Robert G. Brown 2007-03-21