Go On.
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Fuck you all,
When
My Corpse cools;
The party must
go on.
I
was
Never a stud,
or
Belle of The Ball!
(but surely
Victim
of The Dawn.)
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and
It's never very
far,
To wander.
If you plan
on
Meeting Your End.
Yet
Death is
A
Stranger
few
dare ponder!!
( fewer
still
Declare
Him
Friend.)
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Fuck you all..
when
My corpse chills;
just
Toss it out
on
The Lawn.
For Love is
a
Drug that always
Kills!!
still...
(The Party must
go on.)
J.Stephen.H
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