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Of This Earth

Of This Earth slave to dirt i am, unless my mind can get a-way to another place besides sleep, read or drug and the grave is only more soil (entombed) 7-5-07

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Date: 9/24/2009 4:31:00 PM
sadly done, I want to fly away on that day!
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