Will this be the year you die
I only ask
So I can plan ahead
To be inconvenienced
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Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor
Imagine if I weren't medicated….
Imagine if I weren't medicated….
Will this be the year you die
I only ask
So I can plan ahead
To be inconvenienced
Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
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January 21, 2012 at 11:37 pm
slpmartin
Oh..this one has a bit at the end.
January 22, 2012 at 5:46 am
Tel
A short but extremely interesting poem. I fret constantly that I am going to be forced to deal with the death on a close, intimate level within the next few years. It’s a constantly disturbing, ramshackle sort of feeling…