227/365 Alan
Helluva guitar picker. Married a gal he’d known all his life. Adopted four kids. Song of his goes:
Bury me in my compost heap
It’s where I want to be
Let my flesh and bones return to the soil
And feed my whole family.
Bury me in my compost heap
It’s where I want to be
Let my flesh and bones return to the soil
And feed my whole family.
2 Comments:
How does his family feel about his turning them into cannibals, I wonder? Me, I want to be cremated and ground up very finely, then put into pepper shakers in the homes of my enemies.
Don't know how the family feels. I love the idea of you in pepper shakers!
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