57. Dead Men's Bones

Three teeth had Picens till one afternoon
Beside the tomb where he'll be buried soon,
He coughed them up and laid them there to rest,
Last fragments of the set he once possessed,
He's spared his heir one duty: that he owns:
For he himself has gathered his own bones.
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Martial
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