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When You Bury Me

When You Bury Me Bury me with dentures in case I'll need to eat a Beano annual from Christmas, nineteen-sixty-eight summer scent remembered from the fallow field my wee red trike with its wobbly wheels Bury with me a walking stick, my tattered summer hat fold my arms, cross my feet because that'll be surely that lay clag-n-clay upon me, with care kind and gentle tamp the earth lovingly, act morbidly sentimental Bury with me an old school photo one in monochrome prove I was when all be left is muck and grizzled bone remember fill my trouser pockets with minty sucky sweets cause even after death you see I'd appreciate some treats Tell them all about my life my unrealised ambitions please don't give away me telescope, fossils or television and tell my family I know I could have been much better look beneath the mantle clock, It's where I left this letter

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Date: 9/23/2018 12:22:00 PM
Wonderful, enjoyed!
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