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Here lies my wallet. On my desk he sleeps. His malnourished stomach’s been empty for weeks. No family survived him. There is only me, With no way to pay off his burial fee.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Date: 6/26/2013 7:25:00 AM
Ha ha, very good, enjoyed this, thanks for the laugh :)
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Date: 6/8/2013 9:27:00 AM
Nice one
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Date: 5/21/2013 8:02:00 AM
This started off being quite witty, then changed emotion in the second verse. How sad but true of so many in this world. Great poem. Welcome to P/Soup
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Date: 5/20/2013 5:55:00 PM
hahaha. It's the first time I read you and I'm happy to have discovered you. Off to my "fave poets" file, Ryan. :-)
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