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Poems:Expiration from smoke inhalation Dreams of pigs with angels wings Life is just one big adventure
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Me
and My Clone If only
I could clone myself, I’d
live one life with two, The
clone could go to work for me, And
they wouldn’t have a clue. I lay
in bed in the mornings, Ignoring
the alarm, I’d
spend the days just having fun, What
could be the harm?
I get
done all I wanted too, Work
wouldn’t stand in the way, The
clone would earn my money, While I
could spend and play. If only
I could clone myself, I know
it’s just a dream, But
imagine the possibilities, They’re
endless it would seem.
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