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.          BUCKET  LIST 
 
Early dawn I find myself, 
wondering about my health. 
 
Journey, through the morning mist, 
overwhelmed about the reason I exist. 
 
Without thinking of my past, 
worried my future will not last. 
 
All my life I have reminisce, 
at what age to start my BUCKET LIST? 
 
First, I will work on getting my tickets dismiss. 
Then I will take a trip down to the dentist. 
 
Call up them guys who got me piss, 
punch them one by one, with my fist. 
 
I do not wannabe be an old geezer skydiving. 
I want to live my old age surviving. 
 
I might be brave enough to climb a mountain, 
maybe I will bungee off the Niagara fountain.
 
Checked out that bump that everyone thinks is a cyst. 
It will be to late, if the army wants me to enlist. 
 
If I want to travel far,  
on my list I will add a brand new car. 
 
I will enjoy eating all the fried food, I resist 
even if it brings me closer on DEATH’S LIST. 
 
Close the door to my demons who at once preexist. 
Before my family thinks, I need another exorcist. 
 
Thinking how I never did any of the above got me piss.
I will just wait another 35 years to start another BUCKET LIST.

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