dear Mrs. touma
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I walked upstairs into the kitchen
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saw a piece of birthday cake and I heard my mother crying
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"dressed in his black raincoat , black hat lying on the yellow line...he was run down..."
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your son was taken
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and he spoke so often
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with belief
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with conviction
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never with righteousness
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of the day he'd go to heaven
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and I will believe
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if only for his sake
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in father , son , and holy ghost
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in whom he was so certain that he'd
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turned the other cheek to those who teased and hurt him
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Leo is dead
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it's not the end of the world
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sometimes I wish it was
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I wouldn't wish it on anyone
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Leo is dead
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it's not the end of my world
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sometimes I wish it was
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sometimes I wish it was
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and as for the man across the street
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as he expresses sympathy (the fat, aging hypocrite )
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spit into his face with me
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"when you heard he was gone , you couldn't wait to be the first to seem concerned.
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did you think we'd never learn ?
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you were lying to us
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you laughed at him
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you threw upon him your own vices
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you lied to us about everything
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you lied about your barfly conquests
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dying your hair to hide the gray
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you're masturbating bitterly on your front porch while the wife's away"
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Leo is dead
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it's not the end of the world
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but sometimes I wish it was
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Dear Mrs. Touma
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Dag Nasty |