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Saturday, April 2, 2011
Death of a Grumpy Poet
I ain't gonna smile and I ain't gonna talk.
I ain't gettin' up and I ain't gonna walk.
I ain't eatin' or drinkin' or blinkin' or thinkin'.
I ain't gonna write and I ain't gonna rhyme.
Just gonna lie in this hole till the end of time.
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