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Mr. Custodian, why must you be so? You're my caretaker, for what? I do not know For I am six feet under, safe and secure The worms are my friends, darkness I endure Amongst the dirt and dust, I am protected Though on that grim day, my light has ended Mr. Custodian, I am safer than you Inside my casket from what men of life do You polish my headstone, for that I thank It won't weather or crumble, but what of that tank? Though I have passed, I feel the plight of men Mr. Custodian, take the hole next to me, God Send.
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Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 1:11 PM UTC
Mr. Custodian
Mr. Custodian, why must you be so? You're my caretaker, for what? I do not know For I am six feet under, safe and secure The worms are my friends, darkness I endure Amongst the dirt and dust, I am protected Though on that grim day, my light has ended Mr. Custodian, I am safer than you Inside my casket from what men of life do You polish my headstone, for that I thank It won't weather or crumble, but what of that tank? Though I have passed, I feel the plight of men Mr. Custodian, take the hole next to me, God Send.
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Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 1:11 PM UTC
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