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Monday, 24 September 2018

on my tomb





With no intentions of leaving the world . 



On MY Tomb 


Under these stones
lie the bones
of a merry old soul
as merry as the soul
of old king Cole.



She loved to live
And lived to laugh
She enjoyed life to the hilt
She was lucky to be loved
She was lucky to be sought
By all who were hers
And theirs she always will be



She touched their hands
And bade goodbye
said
"Nothing is permanent you see
But I will always be yours ,

Yours always forever will I be"