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And pin my medals to my chest

Probably you will be alive when I die.
So bury me naked in the dirt.
As soon as you can.
Without chemicals. Without bibles.
Away from the water.
And facing the sky.

This was written by Robert Herring. Posted on Saturday, March 26, 2016, at 10:33 pm. Filed under Books. Bookmark the permalink. Follow comments here with the RSS feed. Both comments and trackbacks are currently closed.