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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I once spent a week in the drunk tank couldn't handle the spirits that I drank the cuisine wasn't half bad we even had a few laughs but I had to guard my butt with a shank ………………………………………………………………………. '''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''' trying to keep sinking relations afloat is like patching a old boat with stones for certain It'll go under sharks will move in to plunder then crap out your miserable bones ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. "Its a girl" are the deadliest three words in the history of the world. They were impoverished, and the birth of a girl did not bring smiles as boys were always more cherished, what it did bring were many options all of them heart crushing and desperate- To lay her on a trash heap outside of town seemed cold and harsh they reasoned and wild beasts might painfully finished her off.. and to toss her into the froth of the Yangtze, she might get battered about to much. How about lovingly putting a hand over her little mouth but neither one had the heart to do such a thing, "besides it may take much longer than we think could we handle the stirrings and quiet screams"... We could gently place her in the chamber pot they thought and seal off the top at least it would be dark and quiet, but the pot would surely be a constant reminder... They finally decided, like million before, to place her in a basket perched high in the arms of a tree at least (they reasoned) her last day or two would be spent amidst birdsong moving along the leaves.. and the breeze might comfort her soul as it makes its way toward the heavens- '''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''
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