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Jun 2016
Knock on wood
We're still alive
Live to breathe
And still survive
So panic now
Cut your throat
Listen to me
I'm on dope
Eleven years sober
Yes it true
Don't do drugs
You'll turn blue
I take medication
To be alive
So live clean
And you'll survive
When you're old
You'll turn frail
When you die
You're heart prevails.

By,
John P. Pierre
C 6/02/2016
Written by
John Paul Pierre  Evanston IL
(Evanston IL)   
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