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An old man is dying
Submitted:Feb 23, 2013 Reads: 4 Comments: 1 Likes: 0
Truth the man coughed, from his bloody chaffed lips
his teeth, out of reach in a vegiemite jar
the hell and the glory of a middle aged man
who knows what he knows, but can what he can
toilet trips afterwards, in yellow and green
see him lying there dying
you'll know what I mean
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