If you put me under clay?
I just heard you can put me in an urn
And toss me on that rainbow I earned.
Is it true that it's blue
and smells of rue?
I did my deed
Make room to seed
I'll have no druthers
I said bye to all others
I'm not old
But I'm sold
Save my spot You'll hear my knock
I'll wait in line I won't whine
I think it's time
Take me like a dime.
Cut me loose and set me free
Amen
Alfred Guajardo
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