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Their Thoughts
Creepy crawlies up and down my spine
Running around until I can't be called fine
Slowly eating and wasting away my back
Until its turning black
And I'm stuck on the ground
Till my bones are found
They carry me away
Laid to rest on an ugly day
Sent down the river with fruits in a basket
And creepy crawlies on my casket
Published 27th Feb 2013
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