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Laura Stridiron Poem
If you bring roses to my funeral, I will haunt you
I will rattle your windows,and go thumping
and bumping in your attic.
If you place mementos at my graveside
I will place dead birds at your doorstep
every morning, to scare your children.
If you cry and weep over my coffin
I will be sure to bring a thunderstorm
to all your spring picnics.
So, for your own good , please remember
If you must bring something, make it a drink
If you must leave me something, let it be a smoke
If you must shed tears, laugh until you cry
and play "Good Riddance".
Copyright © Laura Stridiron | Year Posted 2011
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