Of Dreams of Slender Curved Bones..

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July 2016

Of Dreams of Slender Curved Bones..

 

Oft prodded and poked.

What's scary is. 

I may one day, go to sleep.

And just not wake...dying, in my sleep.

And, I'll just not know.

Having lost, that little, nudge.....

As I slept,

That poke.

You used, to give me.

In my 

 

Ribs.....

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Jim

You are disadvantaged now...lol

stay alert:)


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