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Jun 2017
All the dead live in my shed
It's heaven
All the dead live in my shed
It's hell.
There is always a light on
But I'm not at home
With all the dead I'm never alone.
They taught me wisdom
But never been wise
They tell me never to hate
As your heart slowly dies
We are all statistics whom
Wind up dead
Then please come to, to live in my shed
Written by
Mark Bell  65/M/Portsmouth
(65/M/Portsmouth)   
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