The Sale

Just when I thought the prices would fall in October,
They rose so high that even the dead had to pay.
'What does it take to stop the sale?' I asked God.
'Deeds', He replied. 
'Of paper or people, God?'
He kept silent while chuckling and chewing.

'Will you only have us when we're six feet 
Beneath the ground from head to heel?
Won't the autumn colors see the blossoming of almond trees?
Will the already long wait have to wait still?
Tell me, how to stop the sale?'
'Deeds.'
Of paper or people, God?

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