fill your glasses

October 2007


If tomorrow never comes

fill your glasses up with rum

then please raise a toast to me

and throw my ashes out to sea

so I can ride out with the tide

and see you on the other side

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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