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Dirt The Beatles A Christmas Poem love A New Poem that Rhymes Voice The Poet |
dirt when they we're finished i'd roll in the mud sometimes i'd get spanked but it didn't hurt my behind was covered in layers of dirt now i plant seeds in the warm fertile ground watch flowers and vegetables grow all around it puts food on the table; for worms it's dessert someday they'll plant me under 6 feet of dirt when i'm up above in some billowy cloud i could be a raindrop for crying out loud i'll fall on the head of some lucky squirt down below playing in heavenly dirt marchetti 08 |