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Check them off one by one Till my list is finally done First item of the day Is pick up my crap and put it away The dusty book on my floor The marked on notebooks behind the door Trinkets and toys I never use The games which no longer amuse The old black book of names refused I toss them out whether their old or new Second item on my list of things I need to do Clean out my closet filling up a bag or two With things, and memories to give to you C.D.s, letters, sweaters, and P.S. two Drop them off on your front door step Then drive away all by myself Third thing on this very long list Though this heartache still persists Though I know you are still ****** And we will never get through this Here is a letter from me on my way out Explaining what this list is about With one ticket and two tough suitcases I leave this town to see the Pamplona bull races Many men intend to run and I count as another one This bucket list you see is a list of my fantasies A large lump and two terrible masses Clog my natural flow through which this refuse passes SO before I go I had to make this trip And finish off my bucket list
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Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 5:47 PM UTC
Bucket List
Check them off one by one Till my list is finally done First item of the day Is pick up my crap and put it away The dusty book on my floor The marked on notebooks behind the door Trinkets and toys I never use The games which no longer amuse The old black book of names refused I toss them out whether their old or new Second item on my list of things I need to do Clean out my closet filling up a bag or two With things, and memories to give to you C.D.s, letters, sweaters, and P.S. two Drop them off on your front door step Then drive away all by myself Third thing on this very long list Though this heartache still persists Though I know you are still ****** And we will never get through this Here is a letter from me on my way out Explaining what this list is about With one ticket and two tough suitcases I leave this town to see the Pamplona bull races Many men intend to run and I count as another one This bucket list you see is a list of my fantasies A large lump and two terrible masses Clog my natural flow through which this refuse passes SO before I go I had to make this trip And finish off my bucket list
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Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 5:47 PM UTC
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