7 March 2013

The day I died

King

When I called out

You couldn’t hear

I turned to talk

But you weren’t there

You left the works

But took the gear

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How I wept

How I cried

I sent for a priest

But none arrived

Things were rough

The day I died

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2 comments:

  1. Your original signature. Oh, how I love. PS The skull is so cool!

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    1. Thank you Lolita - you are an inspiration

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