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Aug 2015
If I am to go before you think I should,
bury me deep encased in wood.
If I am to pass on in my early years,
please don't cry for me, shed no tears.
Because it doesn't matter when,
it doesn't matter how,
it was bound to happen eventually.
My time just happens to be now.
Nonsense From My Noggin
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Nonsense From My Noggin  Exandria
   AnActualToaster and Amanda
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