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Aug 2015
Tumbling all around
Especially down
Plummeting to the ground
Pace ever increasing
Screams never ceasing.

Breathing deeply
Nothing can **** me
And Nothing will **** me
Nothing will consume all
Through this terrible fall
It eats everything at last
Turning this corpse into ash
Even the soul shall pass.

So take what you can
I need nought
Save you my friend
To help my lot
To pass my time, before my time.
Ranger Rick
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Ranger Rick  In my Room
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