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Gravestone Engraver
Contributed by
Kellros
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Friday, 12th March 2004 @ 04:06:20 PM in AEST
Topic:
HumorPoetry
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Here lays Johhny, long dead,
in his hair, is a thread,
he lived long and prospered,
just to bad he was run over by a tractor
Here lays Erick, son of his father,
so brave, a handsome worker,
today he dug himself a grave
Here lays Fred, a man so strong,
to make a nation crumble,
just to bad he had dilexia,
and use to mumble,
but today Fred lies in his grave,
with him, every last penny he saved.
Here lay I, depressed and in doubt,
to tired to give up, to tired to hope,
to tired to mope over a loved dead one,
to tired of life, here i lay,
my own grave diggen, by myself,
every inch of the way
Copyright ©
Kellros
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2004-03-12 16:06:20]
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Re: Gravestone Engraver
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by arden on
Monday, 15th March 2004 @ 02:15:35 PM AEST
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interesting. i liked this it was funny lol good write i enjoyed it very much.
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Re: Gravestone Engraver
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by Stitch on
Tuesday, 16th March 2004 @ 02:19:16 PM AEST
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Every man or woman faces death at some point. Death, ironically, is part of life. It's not just people that die. Feelings die, friendships die, faith sometimes does. There is much to be mourned, and yet spring always returns. Rebirth of the seasons is just one of the lessons of life. Each of us is reborn, too, as we learn and grow on this journey. Well, this was certainly inspiring to me.
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