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  1. Lrae

    Black Poetry : WHEN IT FELL

    It was all going well, chop chop, then the tree fell, wood turned to paper, getting bills through the mail, fed up, can’t you tell, stomp, kick, scream and yell, lay down on the sword, self impel, so that’s how the crack got in the bell, look forward to heaven, this is hell. Run and tell...
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