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Friday, April 29, 2005


   Letter in memory of a friend of mine. Hope no one gets offended.
I take a walk to unmake this knot
of hallways hallways in horror days.
On a little boat I am roaming roaming
to the tomb king with who ever I could bring.
Ho columbine, columbine
do not cry for all those mimes.
I had times and times of sufring taken.
But now they are all broken.
Ho columbine, columbine forever youŽll be mine.
From the little boy who was to brittle to take the bullying.

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