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Jul 2016
Life behind the yellow line
a falling star
a burnt out car
beside
the Purple Heart

all the time
the yellow line.

Fill in the gaps
hang onto the straps
all the time
it's the yellow line

don't park here
park over there
park anywhere
behind the yellow line.

I don't care
I've had my fill
got a prescription
for a suicide pill

to be taken in time
behind the yellow line.

Sweat's dripping

the salt is stripping me away
I may not be here tomorrow
not feeling the greatest
I sway

today
is the test of me  
this latest and best of me
and soon I'll be fine
behind
the yellow line.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   NV, Kyle Kulseth and The Dedpoet
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