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It’s begun to stick out Becoming its own entity Does not hurt Except when I swallow But don’t let me wallow In self pity This growth of mine Is rather kind As in it I know Where my life does go And that I am sooner there Not scared Or even worried A friend does wait No pearly gate A path of wispy grasses My dear friend there with shovel Having chosen that spot Where ***** will be sunk Scooping from dirt no reasons We shall then politely plunk This growth No longer will it choke Memories of our lost seasons
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Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 9:38 AM UTC
The Growth
It’s begun to stick out Becoming its own entity Does not hurt Except when I swallow But don’t let me wallow In self pity This growth of mine Is rather kind As in it I know Where my life does go And that I am sooner there Not scared Or even worried A friend does wait No pearly gate A path of wispy grasses My dear friend there with shovel Having chosen that spot Where ***** will be sunk Scooping from dirt no reasons We shall then politely plunk This growth No longer will it choke Memories of our lost seasons
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Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 9:38 AM UTC
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