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My poem on the next life, after life, however you describe.
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Only one way to go from here,No celebrations, No victory dance,No appreciation, No respect.It's a long roadNo use in making stopsthey always tear your..
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Just ahead, lies a place where I haven't been in such timeWho knows what to expect, I see them on the streetsI see them on cars, and even behind bars...
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My poem on my city: Miami
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poem on Ledger's Joker performance (not one of my best)
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The Scorching Sun, and the Soft Sand all herepresent as usual, coconuts for snacksfish for lunch, and fish coconut Sandwich for dinnerI have been here..
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I was told to come out, I said no, the retort was "Dude, it's Saturday night" to which prompted me to ponder on the meaning of the nature of time bein..
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Walking during the night, heading south of the border.And I knew there was no turning back My mind racedAnd I thought what could I do?My knees were sh..
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State road 97 over by the 3 Castles is the gate,nobody has crossed this valley alone.Its a tough decision to do.Be a hero with a party or be aLegend ..
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This is the end. Walking around. Minding my own business.And there I see it. A hole. Maybe a cave of sorts?or just a burrow from a gopher?seems pretty..
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