Plastic Ride
suicide by dynamite,
nothing left ..
though the crows will fight,
plastic splosive with the lectric det,
a splash of crimson no burial yet,
disintergrations wise,
and greener than me eyes,
id bet.
nah dont call the Vet,
me soul is launched and flies... :)
re: 'When I die ---Instructions' David Williams
.... Don
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