Challenge
Today we are burying (fill in the blank) for the third time.
Write a story (or poem) that starts with this sentence.
Hurry Up
Today we are burying Bailey
for the third time.
I really do miss him,
This old lover of mine...
We held hands and danced
To our own lovers song,
But as I say goodbye yet again,
I still don’t know what went wrong.
How sweet was his smile,
And even in death,
His stunning beauty
Steals away my breathe.
But once was enough,
I wont tell a lie,
And even though I loved him,
I wish he’d hurry up and die.
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