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Don't put flowers on my grave
Contributed by
Dying_angel_2
on
Tuesday, 29th June 2004 @ 01:16:43 PM in AEST
Topic:
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Why, if they aint never coming back, put flowers on a grave when they are dead?
Why, if you're are gonna sleep in it again make your bed?
Wouldn't it be a waste
You do these things with no haste
Prehaps next time think
If there really is any need to do these things?
Why, if they are gone, do we call out after them?
Why, if its already done, do we wish we had never done things?
So, when I'm dead, don't bother putting flowers on my grave...
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Re: Don't put flowers on my grave
(User Rating: 1 )
by Another_Dimension on
Tuesday, 29th June 2004 @ 05:30:48 PM AEST
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I didnt really like this to be honest,
I see the point you're trying to put across
but i dont think you explained yourself enough
If it had been longer and more descriptive
or with a little more rhyme it may of got a 5/5
but i only give it a 2 im afraid
BS x |
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Re: Don't put flowers on my grave
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by brew on
Tuesday, 29th June 2004 @ 09:02:09 PM AEST
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| It is called grieving..but ppl grieve in their own ways! i lost my best friend last yr...My mom, and it does hurt. I can see the point, because why do you need holidays for celebrating and why do you need death to say I miss and love you! Not bad, just sad! |
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Re: Don't put flowers on my grave
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by Justalady on
Wednesday, 30th June 2004 @ 08:58:05 PM AEST
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| Does seem we do things that make no sense at times. I say give me my flowers when I'm alive. You've raised a lot to think about here. As for the bed, well it does feel better to get into a well made bed .........hummmm. June |
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