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RIP

The grave was overgrown with grass, it lacked a single flower,

We tended it and tidied it, it took almost an hour.

We tarried then to think of him while he was still alive,

And then we did a salsa and a samba and a jive.

◄ Where's Olly?

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Do.RoThy

Sun 8th Mar 2020 01:26

Is this the death of sadness that was being celebrated or I understood this wrong?

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