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When you are born
Your chances of dying Are one hundred percent. They don't tell you this up front, Not right at the start, But it's a fact. And, in the end, you know that to be so. You can fake it for a while With chocolate, jelly beans And heavy-duty hard-core sex Involving highly-trained rabbits and burning automobile tires, But realization forces through, In the end. This is a truth, and you can take it to the bank: Life is a chute, A one-way downhill With a boneheap waiting at the bottom. |
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