We kill ourselves every day
At grubby tables in the café
At the polluted racks of newspapers
In corrupt circles and sordid intrigues
I like the twisted mind in this one Anthony! lol Sorry! I know I should not laugh at death, but it is a habit and you know how are they are to break? 10 from dying for a laugh! Tai
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