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Ash Therapy

For Many Years I mucked about
Too sad to even sing the blues
Nothing would make me cheer and shout
I mostly just looked at my shoes

Then came a tip from a good friend
He stated, “Dig yourself a hole.
Throw in a stick and watch it burn.
It is cleansing for the soul”

Well I decided to try it
Whenever I took a sad turn
I'd throw a stick into the hole
And watch my troubles burn!

I love that hole of ashes
In fact on my dying day
Just kick me in the ash hole
and watch me float away
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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