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PHOENIX

Poem

Let me slowly dig my own grave,

As the incense of my grass

Fills the sky,

And the fragrance of my liquor

Makes my cloth expensive,

While I head to hell.

Maybe hell will be

My pathway to paradise,

Where my pains and sorrows

Are being burnt down.

Then I rise like a phoenix,

And fly right into Zion.

BobMayor

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