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This is a poem I wrote about a good friend when he was hanging on to life.He died six months later. I love you Jim. |
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'666 Roadster He gave up
Took the fast lane Dropped the car into fifth Crash and Burn Kamikaze to hell Paralyzed and rotting afraid to live now he'll never be the same I'm afraid I'm in the driver's seat now Trying to drive up hill car still in low gear afraid the accelerator may stick I want so bad to turn around will I ever be the same drop it down don't fucking turn gone too far to give up now Drugstore cowboy with a fix and a rig he gave up took the fast lane dropped the shifter all the way down blew up the highway Crash and Burn Kamikaze to hell Paralyzed fucking paralyzed now he'll never be the same screaming with a needle in his vein "till death us do part" |
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