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04-12-2011, 07:09 PM
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He sits upon a cardboard throne
A king in a broken home His roof a bridge His fanfare the roaring of the trucks He used to lounge feet up With his buddies beside a jewel green forest Now his only jester is a bottle Wrapped in brown paper He begs for coins Lost in memories Sometimes someone buys him a meal He thanks them But he'd rather drink Numb the pain Make life bearable What life there is left
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