We are gathered here today, to put ALL these memories to rest…
A funeral of memories I’d gone to, dressed in RED (as if I have anything in RED???), because, burying the memories symbolized how I’m finally, beginning my life anew, that I’m, no longer, held back, by everything that’s my past!
A funeral of memories, like those time capsules you’d, buried when you were children, that you may, or may not ever dig back up again, they’re, already lost, so, why think about it, huh? A funeral of memories, that, was what I’d planted, in your honor (yeah, uh, get REAL, as IF you have ANY honor to begin with???), but, nobody showed, how O-D-D!!!
A funeral of memories, I’d had, and now, all my memories are all gone, the good, the bad, AND the hurtful, not to mention, the UGLY too, and I’m done, with funerals of these sorts…
A funeral of memories, had you, had one yet? You should, as, goodbyes like these are, especially important, to help us all, move on, from everything that’s, already gone, and ain’t NEVER comin’ back again!!!
And, this, is the END result…
