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🎶 A working soul is hardly there. It left its bones on the railroad. The feeling man was bound, by fate, to be an inmate.I lost a leg in this dress.
We lost a damsel in distress. So I’m mourning, losing limbs all over the place.
Come down to the merry town, come down to the coast to see,
To whom do the bones belong that linger ‘neath the willow.
Come down to the public sphere, come down to the forum.
To whom do the bones belong that linger ‘neath decorum? 🎶
So I just started doing some wrapping. My husband and daughter are gonna be crazy spoiled this Christmas. Since this is our first Christmas as a family we are going all out.
They are getting huge Santa Sacks filled to the brim
They are getting huge Candy/snack sacks
They are getting board game sacks
Plus… lots of other gifts. Oh yes. Spoiled spoiled spoiled.

