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[bodytext] => His Life Is Great He's Oblivious To Fate His Home Is Vast His Car Is Fast He Wear's Suits And Ties He Always Lies Until One Day It All Went Away He Got In His Car But He Didn't Get Far He Thought He Was Free Until He Hit That Tree The Last Thing That He Heard Was The Chirping Of A Bird His Ears Are Ringing His Eyes Are Stinging The Land's Dividing Mountains Are Colliding The Earth Is Opened Up With Thirst He Lifts His Cup Valcanoes Spew Fire The Dead He Does Admire They Never Did Endure What Now Does Occur But He Must Suffer When It's Done He Will Be Tougher He Hears A Lark It All Goes Dark Stuck In A Dark Abyss With Nothing To Do But Reminisce About The Past It Is Unsurpassed With Pain And Hurt He Used To Just Talk And Flirt No He Regrets It All For Into The Darkness He Did Fall He Need's To Continue Living To Start Forgiving Or He Will Fall Into His Shallow Grave And Die A Death That Is Not Brave He Hears A Dove Call And He Begins To Fall He See's A Light The Sirens Are Bright He Did Not Die But Theres Blood On His Tie He's Rushed To Extensive Care His Family And Friends Are All There He Apologizes To Everyone But His Changes Have Just Begun He Doesn't Lie Or Cheat He Drive's Safely Down The Street Although It May Have Seemed Extreme He Learned His Lesson From A Dream Grew A Lot In Other Word's He Now Take's Time To Hear The Birds Douglas K. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 177 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Dkanis [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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