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Aint goin’ anymore would like to claim the same but rely upon you and others to do same heavy boots sturdy ***** choosing the ground was minded to travel unorthodox / paradox did sneak to the place - entering by the flaky monolithic gate Tool in hand, above dark, calm at Southern Cemetery, the outskirts of town though a bunch of vociferous crows buzz amongst the stones. II Stabbing the bearer repeatedly turning over the green After lengthy work in the moments foray it was then I left and floated away from the scene III Time sensed = Time up I place my part quietly in Obscure Time Future is this absent body sure? Though I hope you will come return the soil and sing songs for me…. ***** eat dance and parteeeee Some of you will have *** at the end of the fête - this TOIL, SWEAT, RELEASE, CelEbraTe Going to a few as well, we know how it drops in the pit and maybe *** (ill or well smelling with the other congregates) will drift through the pub or communal hall and who will dare to say: “Put out the roll of Bogey - don’t you have any respect for the dead right now?”
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Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 7:36 AM UTC
Bogey
Aint goin’ anymore would like to claim the same but rely upon you and others to do same heavy boots sturdy ***** choosing the ground was minded to travel unorthodox / paradox did sneak to the place - entering by the flaky monolithic gate Tool in hand, above dark, calm at Southern Cemetery, the outskirts of town though a bunch of vociferous crows buzz amongst the stones. II Stabbing the bearer repeatedly turning over the green After lengthy work in the moments foray it was then I left and floated away from the scene III Time sensed = Time up I place my part quietly in Obscure Time Future is this absent body sure? Though I hope you will come return the soil and sing songs for me…. ***** eat dance and parteeeee Some of you will have *** at the end of the fête - this TOIL, SWEAT, RELEASE, CelEbraTe Going to a few as well, we know how it drops in the pit and maybe *** (ill or well smelling with the other congregates) will drift through the pub or communal hall and who will dare to say: “Put out the roll of Bogey - don’t you have any respect for the dead right now?”
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Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 7:36 AM UTC
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