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And How I Missed You

When to the dust my bones do lie Bugs will eat the gray from my eyes God will take me, body and soul, Then throw me in a deep dark hole But hell will have no place for me So I'll be flung unto the sea Where the tempest shall spin and shout And say, "No way," then spit me out Across the grasslands, I s'pose I'll roam A ghostly soul without a home Oh, not for any evil deed Nor any planted evil seed No wicked sin I committed Kept me from afterlife permitted Though it's all nice, you can believe, You weren't there, so I asked to leave.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 11/23/2009 4:16:00 PM
By the looks of the brilliant poems I am reading it looks like you all have new ink pens. I wish you all a wonderful week filled with love and inspiration. Happy Thanksgiving to all that celebrate. Love, Carol
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Date: 11/22/2009 11:07:00 AM
nice yarn, enjoyed reading, would be nice if we can choose our destiny.
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