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Sixes and Sevens

from Coroner & Knives by Al Duvall

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The house of Cecil Blevin’s at sixes and sevens it hardly seems like Whitsuntide the tetherball sits untied the ouija board hid and cried Oh what are we to do the peacock has the flu the mummy woke and wrecked the den What with Cecil in Rhodesia suffering amnesia never to come home again, This headless house is hollow our pampered pet Apollo whimpers by the gazing pool Janine went off to fainting school Jasper lost a one-man duel Our neighbor Miss Biscotti ravishing and naughty coaxes Mum to swear off men, I lean alone and solemn against a broken column succumbing to consumption’s fate a fleeting vision comes too late a bushman at the garden gate My soul has flown to Glory and so to end my story the Reaper’s fingers guide my pen

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from Coroner & Knives, released March 20, 2005

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