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I died again today! Now, I display The heart that was broken by my dismay. In between the moments, in which I cried, All I could do was try, therefore I tried "Be Like Christ," but how can I talk the talk With no hot water, upon which to walk. I guess vengeance is a dish best served cold, But these tribulations are getting old. But, bold displays of penance must be seen, So, sorry for looking at her tight jeans. This witness, whose testimony you loathe, Used dish washing liquid to clean his clothes, And, yes, I had to suffer in my youth, So I could expose the world to my truth.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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