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i will  dig myself out  of this grave  you made for me.  i will dig up  my very own bones  my very own shreds 
  I am old, My hair is gray, My skin is wrinkled.   I am young, My blonde curls dance in the light, My youth shines on my face.   I am holding a shovel. One pile of dirt
I. This man, though some considered sour, died from laughter. II. A pair of identical twins, could never tell them apart so one wonders who got this spot.
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