When Death Comes Creeping Through
throw my shoes away
and my panties too
no one wants them used
when death comes creeping through
throw out my furniture
but keep my dogs
the cat is gone
there are no more logs
throw out my jewelry and my clutch
it is all worthless pretty much
but don’t torch the house or TV
because this is your inheritance from me
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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