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A year later, my agent died, I saw him away in that shiny hearseI felt a little tearful, but not regretting all my pranks and worseI stood over him, and wished him well, as he lay quietly six feet belowYou miserable fucking arsehole, I paid you too much dough!
Harry Hogg
Annelise Lords
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Helping you is Healing me! Let’s heal each other. thisisanneliselords@mediumauthor.com https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1664635
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