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Tributes.



Every time I inhale I raise a toast to you-

for though I swear to never blame, I do.

But its not all blame, baby.

Two days before the third thursday of november and all I wanted to say is

thanks.

It's been a long trip.

And I've had the scales tip.

And I've seen their heads dip.

And I've felt my heart rip.

But its been one year now.

And whatever was to come has gone down.

I am a new person.

And boy I've been around.



I've been a clean soul.

I've sung my solos.

I've taken photos.

I've been a scumbag.

I've felt my eyes sag.

I've not once looked back.



I am always raising my overflowing glass;

spilling over the sides, the white smoke.

To you, this year, this life, my past;

I celebrate my youth with this next toke.