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Wrap me in a shroud- a flannel one stamped with dogs and maybe a cat or two
don’t put me in box, don’t line my grave with marble or stone
don’t bury me deep, leave me in a shallow grave,
that way I won’t have to work so hard when I claw my way back out again.
You made me work hard for it the last time you buried me.
Remember? You buried me deep.
Was that necessary? Was it really?
RDP Monday: SHALLOW
I hate it when people ask me a question and then talk over me as I’m answering them.
I hate it when I’m standing in line and the person in front of me let their friends have ‘cuts’.
Most of all I hate it that when I was growing up, my Grandfather used to say that if you had a chance to get your foot in the door- hold the door open for as many people as you can.
Why did he tell me that? Because I used to do that and all I have to show for it now is a flat face.
My pet peeves.
I should name them and give them a place to sleep because I don’t see myself letting go of them anytime soon.