Graveyard of Lost Soul

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They all frequent
This graveyard;
Every night.
Over alcohol and cigarettes; 
Some with
Champagne and cigars. 

Pondering over their death:
Each one.

A cop; who let out a hard core
A doctor; who let a person die
A lawyer; bailed out a murderer
A judge; who erred in judgement.

Some soul,
They can't buy the alcohol;
They crib and cry:
They are guilty too.

This graveyard is celebrating
Every night.
They regret their death:
Over alcohol, and smoke
And delicacies. 
                                                                          dated: 23 July 2012.

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