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| Manure Will you love me when I'm old when my hair dissappears, and my blood runs cold? Will you love me when I'm dead, when my eyelids have sunk into my head, when my lips are rotten and cold, when my skin starts to smell like mold? Will you love me when I'm gone my naked bones beneath your lawn. Will you love me when I'm decaying and dead, or will I be feritlizer for your flower bed? Posted 1/30/02 |
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