July 17, 2010

re: txt poem

Are you happy and full of sugar
We all die ya hear I’m yer ant but
I love yas You die Even yo daddy That
how come we git buried Are you happy

And yeah ain’t always no trip
to pick a rose in the garden More like
burnt dark roasts Like dirt after
the home flamed down That smell

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