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Jul 2016
One small shovel at a time
I'm gonna bury this life of mine
So the sorrow can be confind
I can not be committed for a crime
For I will bury it deep,  it'll be hard to find

When it's gone
Will I be able to carry on
I dug the grave in the early twilight  just before dawn
Upon my lips played a song
About how life had treated me wrong
But I'm gonna fix that and it won't take long

With shovel in hand I slung that dirt
Till every muscle screamed and hurt
Just when this wretched life I was about to insert
My eyes did divert
You tried to make me feel that old feeling of disconcert
I decided my grave should claim a pervert

You arrived at just the wrong /right time
Now instead of being your's  your mine
So I brought my shovel down
Right there on your crown
There was a crack, one small grunt after that no more sound
My face wore a smile instead of a frown
As I buried you deep underground

I filled it all in
You couldn't even tell where you'd been
Now you can not create any more monsters or any more sin
I consider that a win
I couldn't help but grin

Now I'll always know where you are
No more stalking me from a far
Never again will you **** me in your car
For I took to your head that cold steel bar
Pauline Morris
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Pauline Morris  51/F/Southern Illinois
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