When We'Re Dead Or We Dead
Sitting on the ground
dead all around.
I meditate
on life.
On death. Is there more to it?
Is there more then what we know.
Or think we know.
Its peaceful here I
could take a nap.
Copyright 2011 JohnnyPaul Davis
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