Feb 2013
His teeth are crooked, bent and brown
he grins with mirth, eyes pointing down
his hollow head contains a thought
friendly, yes but pleasant, not.
His whims, in fact, are quite alarming
for what's on his mind is harming.
He wants to steal and take what's mine!
Alas! Why must Death be charming?
he grins with mirth, eyes pointing down
his hollow head contains a thought
friendly, yes but pleasant, not.
His whims, in fact, are quite alarming
for what's on his mind is harming.
He wants to steal and take what's mine!
Alas! Why must Death be charming?
The death rate in America is still the same as every other country. One per person.
--Ace
--Ace
(19/M/Minnesota)
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