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May 2015
Whose **** do I gotta ****
To be assured that
When I die,
My body will be left to
Maggots, birds, coyotes and decomposition?

I spent my whole life creating this feast.
I wish no mortician to spoil my body.
I want nature to eat me up right!
dZang Roller
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dZang Roller  EW,NH
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