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A hand touched upon her shoulder, as she turned around in shock, she saw her deceased
Grandma standing there, in her favourite gingham frock.
"I'm here for you, it's time my dear" her grandma softly said, "I could not come to you
before, not until you knew that you were dead"
The girl refused to listen, she could not believe her eyes, any moment now she expected
all her friends to shout 'surprise'!
"Is it true, am I dead? if so how did I die? and why can't I remember? the girl began to cry.
"All in good time" her grandma said, "it's time for us to go, all the answer's that you
seek, you very soon will know"
"No, I can't, how can I? my parents need me bad, just look at both of them right now, I
can't leave mum and dad".
She stepped back, needed time, she must try hard to remember, the last memory that she
recalled, was the 12th day of December.
The morning started normally, breakfast then to her job, lunchtime came, ham salad, on a
sesamee seed cob,
She left the cafe happy, a phone call from her friend, something about an accident, but
she was on the mend.
Oh no it was all coming back, her jealous hateful rage, she had seen her boyfriend with
another girl, she remembered it was Paige.
To be continued - see part 3 - apologies for it being so long ;)
You left me Ha!
Off you go
You think I need you
Hit the road
I can find someone else
To walk on my chest
You weren’t that good
You’re certainly not the best
I’ve seen a manikin wearing thong
But on you girl it looked all wrong
Just to let you know your underarms had a serious pong
And I’d rather kiss the likes of King Kong
As for your bra size
I could rent them out as two unfurnished flats
Don’t forget when you leave
To take your witch’s hats
Your brooms ahead of you girl
With my shoes up the ass of your black cat
When you were young you must have been a scary child
buy the way is that hair real makes you look all wild
You call that a weave or was it a perm
Either way it made me squirm
I always knew that I was too good for you
Consider this note expressing that we through