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Don'T Bury Me

My shoulder was sore after work So I used a patch of hot and cold I laid down and soon fell asleep As I felt somewhat consoled Later I sat up half awake Dirt was pouring down on my leg Quick in a panic I jumped up "Please don't bury me now," I begged! It was only the patch that broke But don't throw at me any bad will Falling dirt can be real scary Once you make it over the hill!

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Jan Allison

Date: 8/11/2017 8:42:00 AM

Sure made me smile Roger especially as I have just returned from my 4th funeral in 3 weeks!:-( hugs jan xx

Pat Adams
Date: 8/11/2017 3:44:00 PM

I certainly feel for you Jan. Losing those you care for is never easy. It makes the ones left seem even more precious. Glad I helped bring a smile. This was a true story. I wasn't quite as freaked out as the poem might imply, but it certainly was a bit of a shock! 80] rPATRICK

Vijay Pandit

Date: 8/11/2017 6:40:00 AM

Know the feeling--good poem!

Pat Adams
Date: 8/11/2017 3:32:00 PM

Thank you very much. That was really weird. I hadn't ever seen the inside of one of those patches, which is crazy because I've used a boat load of them over the years! Thanks again. rPAT