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keep on digging (Free verse) by nentwined

How many levels of hell are knocking on your door? They tell me the steps to eden are just beyond the floor. And all I've got to do is keep on digging keep on digging and this grave will lead me there.

Dovina 8-Nov-04/7:21 PM
A list of diggables aint all that bad,
of hells and edens, gold and rust,
of brimstone hot and water cold.
And when I've dug my last dark pit
and crawled inside a padded box,
You can carve on stone,
"She tried real hard
to dig out of all the stupid
words she wrote."




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