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Apr 2012
As i went walking one night to the graveyard,
I met an old caffeine head walking my way.
I told him quite gently but with undue emotion,
I will boulder on through him and leave him to lay.
He screamed at me slowly for fifteen long minutes,
I stood there and bore it, my eyes on his shoe.
He screamed of the mischief, the sadness and spirit,
I re plied at random,  then bouldered on through.
Written by
Johnny Zhivago
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   Gina Ann
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