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AGE:
40
LOC: Sheridan, AR
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: November 26
LOC: Sheridan, AR
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: November 26
Written by Nathan Butler, Brother
Todd Clark
Date of Birth: 01/19/1968
Died: 04/03/2007
Todd was my half brother, though the half never entered into the picture. He was a wild child with a free spirit. He droped out of high school; around 15 years later obtained his GED. Between those times he drifted around the country, but he never lost contact with home and always found his way back. He had an indescribable charm that endeared everyone he met. He lived with his heart and throughout his life expressed himself through writing songs and poems. His favorite hobby was archery hunting. He loved his family and his family loves him.
This is Todds Mom. We Love and miss him so much. He Loved writing his poems and …
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"il fuck you in the ass monday", but il spend sunday singing hyms.
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UNDERTAKER the row of stones tread beneath my feet fresh mounds of earth lie restless underneath delivered in a hurst to be consumed with clay now bow your heads and lets pray lain in their boxes which no soul can hold flowers revieling their color beyond the crowds of tuxedo's past echoing cries of i lay thee down to rest the only expressions left i hold beneath my breath footsteps holding the memory on the stone cold face as i think to myself here lies your name engraved (C)copywrite by tod...
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He's, walking down the road, with the pain in his eyes, he once was sombody, he once had pride. but his memory is abused, and his mind is confused, but this man wasn't born to lose. he knows he has a problem, what else would it be, but the rich man comes, and pushes him away. he dont want to see what could happen to him, a humane tragety, low man of society chorus its a hard lonley life, when.....no one realy wins the fight its a hard lonley life so...... dont judge this man on sight I saw th...
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MOTHER LOVE plunge the dagger into my chest twist it around and pull it out real slow then take a bow. you won! i hate you , you fucking bitch watch me bleed. you suceed! i feel your mother love, i feel so stale, like a piece of furniture soak it up like a sponge what makes you so much better than my father at least he wasnt around! i dont know why you even bothered someone to put down so you feel better? is this the mothers' love everyone boasts about? Trully something I can live without. (C...
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memories unholden extassy newfound blood stained fibers florinsic files trophies led golden behavier profile there's a place in my mind where your burried in the ground
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you shed a new light on things for me with this nice piece ,it was wonderful to read i never thought about it like that before ,and i think the tv and magazines has alot to do with breaking down a wamens image,thank you for letting me shhare this story with my loved ones keep up the good work i give it a 10
i liked this piece it started a little slow but you nailed the last verse and it sent me closier for the begining sounded good and flowed well
wo i would like to know what this was about??? please tell me its secrets,i can take this in many directions ,very well written and good poetry please email me and let me know ok i give this poetry a 10
i think you realy have this one doun flows good preaty easy to understantim not good spelling myself but looks ok i give you a
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