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Went to the grave this past Memorial Day and saw it was covered with mud. With but a dish rag, maintenance didn't exactly leave a shine behind them, walking away as they massaged their own aching backs. Otherwise they could, I don't know, massage the backs that are already broken. "Don't graveyards have maintenance-people for that?" They are humble. They like not to be known.
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Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 11:26 PM UTC
Grave Danger
Went to the grave this past Memorial Day and saw it was covered with mud. With but a dish rag, maintenance didn't exactly leave a shine behind them, walking away as they massaged their own aching backs. Otherwise they could, I don't know, massage the backs that are already broken. "Don't graveyards have maintenance-people for that?" They are humble. They like not to be known.
Finally write a poem a couple days ago. I'm back!
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Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 11:26 PM UTC
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