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Aug 2014
I'm here everyone
And I'm mite
Be able to
Give you
The reason
For this mans funeral.
The truth
We'll
The truth
Is five of years
Of blow
And iced ****
Probably
Made us
Murmor
To ourselves
No ****!
However
We mustn't leave
Behind respect and dignity
Because we're all
Or some of us might end up
The same person
With out any caution
Like the poor dog
Who's lepton asphalt
We'll
I'm just as blunt as
What we were all thinking.  
Yes
Even the priest heard or
Considered
The human heart of tragedy.  
Even our boys
And girls
Loose the scopes of piety.  
I just want one more
Truth
Because I'm aching like
Some one else's deed body.
Michael Parish
Written by
Michael Parish  Tacoma, washington
(Tacoma, washington)   
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