Just Give Me A Cool Drink Of Water 'Fore I Diiie
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My favorites: No Loser, No Weeper "I hate to lose something," then she bent her head "even a dime, I wish I was dead. I can't explain it. No more to be said. Cept I hate to lose something." "I lost a doll once and cried for a week. She could open her eyes, and do all but speak. I believe she was took, by some doll-snatching-sneak I tell you, I hate to lose something." "A watch of mine once, got up and walked alway. It had twelve numbers on it and for the time of day. I'll never forget it and all I can say Is I really hate to lose something." "Now if I felt that way bout a watch and a toy, What you think I feel bout my lover-boy? I ain't threatening you madam, but he is my evening's joy. And I mean I really hate to lose something." Mourning Grace If today, I follow death go down its trackless wastes, salt my tongue on hardened tears for my precious dear times waste race along that promised cave in a headlong deadlong haste, Will you have the grace to mourn for me?
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My favorites: No Loser, No Weeper "I hate to lose something," then she bent her head "even a dime, I wish I was dead. I can't explain it. No more to be said. Cept I hate to lose something." "I lost a doll once and cried for a week. She could open her eyes, and do all but speak. I believe she was took, by some doll-snatching-sneak I tell you, I hate to lose something." "A watch of mine once, got up and walked alway. It had twelve numbers on it and for the time of day. I'll never forget it and all I can say Is I really hate to lose something." "Now if I felt that way bout a watch and a toy, What you think I feel bout my lover-boy? I ain't threatening you madam, but he is my evening's joy. And I mean I really hate to lose something." Mourning Grace If today, I follow death go down its trackless wastes, salt my tongue on hardened tears for my precious dear times waste race along that promised cave in a headlong deadlong haste, Will you have the grace to mourn for me?