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My Six Foot Crib

As I lie here in my six foot crib Trying not to cry and disturbing the script Must follow it to a tee Or be swept out to sea With all the sharks who'll eat me to bits
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Pigeon Tart Avatar
October 7, 2020 at 7:49 AM
Wonderfully disturbing piece! Though you know, more people are killed by coconuts every year than by sharks ;), Good morning hugs! xomo <3
Ellison Avatar
October 7, 2020 at 10:39 AM
Yes I've heard that... do I believe it? Hmmm still thinking about that one! Have come to the conclusion it's a lie! Love forever! Happy Jack XOX
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