Monday, April 11, 2011

Dear John letter

I have no idea how I ended up in your household anyway. I used to be Dick the gardener's chair with three of my sisters. Dick and his wife worn out two of my sisters and it is how two of us came to your household. Your son used to rock me and my sister left when your household was divided. You didn't care to much about me either. I served you well. You didn't treated me so badly either so I didn't collapsed under you after you gained so much weight. I just broke down into the pieces. Can you grand me my last wish? I would like to be cremated. Well, I just hoped ... So, I'll end up as a garbage.

Copyright (c) Marie Neumann
Pottsville, 4/9/2011

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