Little Deaths Get Longer

When you died, I couldn’t see you.

You weren’t around no more.

Then you came back said

You didn’t die.

I could see you some more.

So I did then it happened again.

You died and went to heaven.

One day I came out of number six

And saw you going in number seven!

I thought you was in heaven!

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

 

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