DEATHA Poem by cdogwhen the wind blows it wispers his name when he is crying or when he is in pain.
he smells the sweet honey On the top of his head while he am lying here because he is dead.
When his family finds him lying in the bed they took him to the hospital and they pronounce him dead
They wished they could say goodbye before he crushed my head before they found him lying there lying dead in his bed.
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