Death
Death
death gives no fear
cos winters here
his bony hand is thin
he'll need his coat
but will he float
when i step on his neck so thin
when he comes back
his bones i'll crack
and check him out for sin
and bruise him blue n black
and leave him in the wheelie (bin)
perhaps
Don Johnson 19-may-11
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