Dicey's song


Thank you, Eloosive.

And they lived happily ever after.
Not the Tillermans,
Dicey Thought.
That wasn't the way things went
for the Tillermans.
For Gram, or Dicey,
or James,  or Maybeth,
or Momma, or Sammy.
Even if they did,
what would the book be
but joy over death,
or rejoice over damning
those Dicey faught
with her worn knuckles
and scrapes half skid
across her knee?
That's why 
I open the flyleaf,
my eyes salivate
for another song
to continue in my mind
forever, endlessly.

The End

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