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Friday, June 27, 2008

THE EPITAPH

Here lies the slave, the poet,

who never listened to his heart.

Agreed to it once,

Threw it towards a star,

died when nobody caught it.

Posted by Ballistic Baba at 2:01 AM

1 comment:

Missy Baba said...

I recall..and how..:).

July 27, 2010 at 11:50 AM

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