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Dear Ms. Branstner
you are on my mind
all the time
I'm sleeping on the ground
for now, I'll forget about
babies born
my aunt has met the lord
she is living proof
that our intentions do
what we want 'em to

a twenty-one gun salute
could bring me back to you
in a casket, wrapped in a flag
I would be quarantined
to a row of teeth 
in an
army
green
cemetary yard

Dear Ms. Branstner
you are on my heart
and you were from the start
to be there chopping wood
was as good a chance as any
to see your face
in time and place
your eyes
and your kind smile
i will reconcile
me to you

a twenty-one gun salute
could bring me back to you
in a casket, wrapped in a flag
I would be quarantined
to a row of teeth 
in an
army
green
cemetary yard

ill be back
ill carry that casket
ill carry that flag
I would be quarantined
to a row of teeth 
in an
army
green
an army green
an army green
an army green
in an army green
cemetary yard