Of turnips, caterpillars and kings: To Hubby on Falling From Roof

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Wednesday, September 26, 2007

To Hubby on Falling From Roof

You cannot die today There is a leak in the sink A squeak from the front door A hole in the roof And I haven't said I love you You cannot die today The lawn needs mowing The bedroom needs painting The taxes, the taxes, oh what do I do? And I haven't said I love you You cannot die today The mower is... Sign in to see full entry.

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