Death
Death
Why do people die?
all the sighs and crys
the love between families fade
no one likes to die
will you go to heaven?
or will you visit the devil?
no one ever knows
why do people die?
Death
Death
Why do people die?
all the sighs and crys
the love between families fade
no one likes to die
will you go to heaven?
or will you visit the devil?
no one ever knows
why do people die?
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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Just A Dream? | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
Dont Tell Me If Im Dead | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
Dieing Never Dies | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
Death Is Horrible | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
Grandmom Morgan | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
Death | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
You Cry I Cry | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
In Love? | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
Slowly Dieing | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
My Grandmom Ruth Morgan | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
So Theres This Boy... | 1 | 10/14/2009 |
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