

haligh haligh a lie halighThe phone slips from a loose grip. Words were missed then some apology, like I didn’t want tohaligh haligh a lie haligh
tell you this, it’s just some guys she has been hanging out with oh I don’t know the past couple
of weeks I guess. Thank you and hang up the phone. Let the funeral start. Hear the casket
close. Let’s pin split-black ribbon onto your overcoat. Still laughter pours from under doors in this house. I don’t understand that sound no more. It seems artificial like a T.V. set. Haligh, Haligh, Haligh, Haligh this weight it must be satisfied.
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stop bitching and start a revolution.
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Visit the Queen Gallery
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Thanks always!
Ron
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I will be forgotten, along with all i ever loved...
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