When I die
Prop my body up
In a bed of posies
In my hands
Place the last book
I was reading
Come near, sit a spell, and listen to tales of old as I sit and rock by my fire. I'll serve you some cocoa and cookies as I tell you of the time long gone by when your Greats-greats once lived.
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Oooo, I would love that too!
Sounds like a good plan!
That's what I want...