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What's The PointWhat's the point of livin' / When there's nothing left, from givin'..... / There's just little left to make me wanna stay.
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Dec 10, 2013
Sticks and StonesBeaten and bloodied. / The waters all muddied. / He never picked up the gun.
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Jan 20, 2013
The LakeThere's something 'bout the Lake that brings me solace. / It makes me want to stop and take some time. / Like it was, back in the day, when you rode with me.
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Dec 7, 2011
Rich GriefRich Grief, as Gold, a priceless weight. / Your love has reached the Pearly Gate. / The Lords forgiving, outreached hand,
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Oct 21, 2011
Be ReceivedFor my son, Jason Anthony Ahrens / March 7,1972-November 20 2002 / Let me walk You to the door of Heaven,
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Oct 16, 2011
HomeCluttered table / Cluttered desk / Clutter everywhere.
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Oct 13, 2011
Our Souls Who ServeExtinguish my fire that oft times burns. / Bless my heart that for freedom yearns. / Do not forsake our souls who fight,
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Oct 13, 2011
High HorseThere once was a man, / On a high horse he sat. / Drinking his booze
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Oct 13, 2011
TangentThe dark poet speaks to me / In tones of negativity. / Altho, what is reality,
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Oct 6, 2011
Computer CompanionI have a computer companion, / Who is content to sit on my lap. / She studies the screen so intently,
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Oct 6, 2011
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