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Mar 2016
When I die, and of this body I'm free
I want to become a Banshee
So I can warn when death is at your door
I'll love to scare you to the core
Because of the reaper you fear
For he's coming to whisper in you ear

I'll scream for all to hear
And of me you will also fear
So afraid of the unknown
But I'm really giving you a bone
Time to say your last goodbyes
Give your last pleas, with hands raised to the sky
You'll know it's time for you to die ;}
Pauline Morris
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Pauline Morris  51/F/Southern Illinois
(51/F/Southern Illinois)   
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