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Aaaa aaaa aaah… Little Claire’s last words before she went Turned phantom, lost forever from the touchable world I know her as the ghost who hides in the kitchen cabinets, Haunting our tea saucers, And other good china… Unable to cross over that fine river Searching, incomplete, she is Unsatisfied in some way If only she could remember why I am forgetful too Mother is mad at me I didn’t dust the cabinet linings Like she asked But Claire is so grateful, because I forgot Just long enough, for the dust to Gather What she left unfinished, A simple sneeze, She really didn’t have a clue. Finally… Choo! No more unfinished business. God bless you, Claire.
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Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 3:01 PM UTC
Unfinished 3/24/13
Aaaa aaaa aaah… Little Claire’s last words before she went Turned phantom, lost forever from the touchable world I know her as the ghost who hides in the kitchen cabinets, Haunting our tea saucers, And other good china… Unable to cross over that fine river Searching, incomplete, she is Unsatisfied in some way If only she could remember why I am forgetful too Mother is mad at me I didn’t dust the cabinet linings Like she asked But Claire is so grateful, because I forgot Just long enough, for the dust to Gather What she left unfinished, A simple sneeze, She really didn’t have a clue. Finally… Choo! No more unfinished business. God bless you, Claire.
I don’t look to the cabinet, I know she’s not there. =)
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Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 3:01 PM UTC
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