Thu, 10/24/2013 - 00:31 -- koolmcr

I am run into the ground

Grab the shovel out of the garage and dig

Though you can sift through the tree roots

Toss the dinosaur bones aside and the worms onto the pavement

Throw the dirt over your shoulder until you've bitten to the core and catch fire

You probably won't find me


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