A Poem by Mary Ellen Ziegler
When I think of you
all I can think of are the first lines of poems
Listen to the lunch bell ring
The rain was everything – quenching our thirst
We were laughing monkeys – with nothing better to do
We have no choice but to carry on
Should I die mysteriously
Let it be here – that you remember me
Is anyone taking the train?
Here’s what you do
In case of emergency
call Ashley the Bee Keeper
Don’t forget to breathe – Hello
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