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Sometimes I stand on my head
And I wonder what it’s like to be dead.
It is quiet, and light, not a problem in sight,
Then the clerk says “you’re blocking the bread.”
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Hannah B
Mom, self proclaimed funny girl, and publicly proclaimed "piece of work".
Lover and writer of fiction and non-fiction alike and hoping you enjoy my attempts at writing either.
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