My old Cowboys shirt
Just won you first place again:
Best Dressed in your grave.
Author's Note: This haiku was written based on a conversation I overheard while attending the funeral of an ex-boyfriend. I hope you enjoyed the read. I'd love to hear what you think, so please feel free to leave a comment, click the heart, and subscribe!
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Laura Pruett
Laura Pruett, author of The Dwarves Of Dimmerdown and others.
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