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To Michele and JoshThank you for being a lot to me.
My co worker.
Over the past year,
I have learned to love you as a little sister.
Learned to respect and admire you.
So many lessons you have taught me,
And I wouldn\'t have learned them anywhere else.
Life lessons and cashiering lessons alike.
I know that I\'ll know you for a long time forth,
But I also thought that I would look back now.
A lot has happened since last June,
And I\'m glad it did.
Closing with you is always the shift I look forward to,
Even if it only comes about once in a while.
(Which I\'m sure you\'re thankful for.)
Just kidding on that note.
Now is when I give my message to each of you, my friends.
Thanks for pulling the reins on me in order to protect me.
At times when I most needed it,
Your wry humor and sarcasm cheered me up
More than I can count.
Thanks for being someone I could talk to.
When it got frustrating during work,
The eyebrow language we shared helped me vent somewhat,
As I\'m sure it did fo
Close my mind now so that I can't feel anything.
Turn the key in the lock and throw it away.
There's no need to keep such trivial matters open.
That's what they say, at least.
And yet they don't see it.
Don't feel it.
Don't understand it.
Why should they, after all?
It's the portal to neverland and you're following
The white rabbit
To a land where all things are stone and mortar.
The basics of life.
And yet, there is a surrealist view to all this.
An impressionist view.
An impression that we're supposed to all be happy
And dressed in yellow lilies and rainbows.
Rainbows that we dream of are warped and bent
And not pure.
And yet they tell us to dream of the prince on a white horse.
He'll carry us away...
To the lands that are free from impurities.
Yes, those surgical steel lands with antibiotics running free.
Where we'll drink of the imagined innocence of the land
And play in the violent sunshine that cooks our skin.
Keep in Touch!