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Someday  will be cold, dead and stiff as my joints dry and stick. Underground is nowhere to rest, burning up leaves your bones a mess. Ocean current, out to sea, That is just not me. Preserved in ***** for all to see? Maybe you but not for thee. John Wayne is frozen for years to come,when he thaws, his life still done. Decaying for years in all these ways, we all forget we have our day.
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Jul 16, 2010
Jul 16, 2010 at 12:26 AM UTC
death poem, dead horse
Someday  will be cold, dead and stiff as my joints dry and stick. Underground is nowhere to rest, burning up leaves your bones a mess. Ocean current, out to sea, That is just not me. Preserved in ***** for all to see? Maybe you but not for thee. John Wayne is frozen for years to come,when he thaws, his life still done. Decaying for years in all these ways, we all forget we have our day.
again xanax 2010
james-worthley-1
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Jul 16, 2010
Jul 16, 2010 at 12:26 AM UTC
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