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Sep 2016
“ The cold shoulder “
Your rotting corpse, laid in fetching damp earth,
No place to call your home, bad for your hearth.
I ****** it up for real, very few never shed no tears.
Forgotten rotten decaying in damp earth.
Before I had time to fade, you all already forgotten my NAME.
By Oscar
Oscar Harding
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Oscar Harding
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