Shovel in hand I dig the hole
My thoughts race as I dig deeper and deeper into the earth
Shovel in hand my mind is full
My hands start to shake as I reach the bottom
Shovel in hand, this is starting to take it's tole
And I fall to my knees as I finish digging at last
Shovel in hand, my face grows cold
And I dump my skeletons out of the wardrobe into the ground
Shovel in hand I fill in the hole
When I return home to my great displeasure
All my skeletons are waiting for in the living room
Nonchalantly staring at me, smiling at me, winking at me
Shovel in hand I take a deep breath and sit down in front of them
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