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I don't have a filing cabinet, I've emptied all the drawers; Lugged it through my clearing house, Then gleefully through the  door. The **** thing's out for pick up. Each drawer was filled with files: Insurance forms for cars and bikes, Gone this long while; Health receipts for healthy lives, Warranties and refund lies, Transcripts from a former life, Lesson plans and records, Some pics of you and me. All shredded, bagged and tightly tied, And ready for the street. I'm finding some relief. If only I could do the same With memories of you.
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Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 9:27 AM UTC
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I don't have a filing cabinet, I've emptied all the drawers; Lugged it through my clearing house, Then gleefully through the  door. The **** thing's out for pick up. Each drawer was filled with files: Insurance forms for cars and bikes, Gone this long while; Health receipts for healthy lives, Warranties and refund lies, Transcripts from a former life, Lesson plans and records, Some pics of you and me. All shredded, bagged and tightly tied, And ready for the street. I'm finding some relief. If only I could do the same With memories of you.
francie-lynch
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Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 9:27 AM UTC
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