Me Grannies Fridge
Me Grannies old fridge
You’re gone now
Good service given
A machine just a lump a collection of metal and parts
Machines just work or don’t
When they stop they go
Service - what nonsense it’s a human term
Just fantasy and imagination games of my mind
Working for twenty seven years
Granny departed nineteen
Out you go then
Thrown there back of a truck
Sadness a silliness watching you go down the road
Me Grannies old fridge
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