Once the trash is taken to the curb , don’t bring it in again,
nor replay sad memories ,branding your life with pain.
The foul stench of rotting garbage, we dare not entertain
or maggots will worm their way in salty tears of rain.
Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 3:59 PM UTC
Once the trash is taken to the curb , don’t bring it in again,
nor replay sad memories ,branding your life with pain.
The foul stench of rotting garbage, we dare not entertain
or maggots will worm their way in salty tears of rain.
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