Vatic with a grin
Buddha baby death
Sits across the yard
Nervous as a secret
Shrouded in flowers
We generally agree
On all the details
But he's a little squishy
On the dates
When he signed his last will
He included a codicil
Stipulating preparations
For another fall his final
Burial and entombment
Never admitting for a moment
That had happened long ago
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