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Dec 2011
hey little holy man
not so little holes, man
it seems we've come to terms that
i'm your biggest sinner

once upon a time son
not so long ago son
i began to learn that
at birth we are rotting

it seems i have heard them
far off, though encouraged them
spoke once and imagined it
spoke twice and interred it

its the price you pay babe
screaming to the world babe
one day death will own you
nothing you can pay'll do

make it heard and make it known
we will reap what we have sown
call it karma, call it life
tell your truth, life with your strife

one more year, one more day, one more minute
Lorraine Floyd
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