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[aid] => mick
[title] => Some Brown for the Blues
[time] => 2007-10-26 03:27:34
[hometext] => O-o-h, I just can't wait for tomorrow...
[bodytext] => If ever you should find that it has come to pass I couldn't rise from being knocked on my crown Then I hope midst all your "told-you-so" sass You'd have the decency to dump me underground Yep, just bury this sorry carcass in the wormy dirt I'm so very tired and I'm finished with all the world Toss me as-is, no need for any shoes or fancy shirt And don't stand there while the "nice" lies are hurled Although I've done a bunch and seen even more Couldn't help unfortunates when I heard them choke Got nothing to show for my life and I'm less than poor Worked until every joint creaked and sinew broke Tried to do right but succumbed to tawdry hype Oh, but I bought into their beguiling din and sin And I've paid dearly for listening to that tripe So, there is nothing to see, just throw me in I believed I was strong, even thought I was good Was only human, so many mistakes, far from tough Just toss me into some hole, quickly, if you would And no need for tears, I've cried more than enough Yeah, if it should come, at last, my final sleep's begun Please put me under some rock for my eternal night Don't waste breath or time on this misbegotten one For in this life, it will be the only thing I've done right. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 203 [topic] => 39 [informant] => reprobate [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
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