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Meager Living

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Each day is a precious gift.
My life a torturous rift.

The sun rises and brings the hope.
Then it falls and I begin to grope.

A man stands courageously against the horizon.
He then goes mad as it fades into darkness.

What sustains him yet another day,
Is morning's dew, first sweet kiss.

If a man can find solace
in a sun that never shines on him.

Then is it any wonder
he gains comforts
from a Camel's sweet warm piss?






Letemdangle
Uploaded 04/22/2011
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