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| Category - People | | ON A STONE - Viewed 428 Times | Hal Ethridge
May 11, 1983 |
He was not best, but far from worst.
Seldom last, not often first.
With too much zeal he wasn't gifted.
With time to spare a drink he lifted.
Yes watch the ladies fair he would,
and steal a kiss when ere he could.
He bragged a bit and told some story's
of better times and greater glories.
Forget him now he's met his maker.
He met his match and couldn't shake her.
She did him in and he expired,
in act's of love she was inspired.
He left her here among the living,
because of all her wwilling giving.
He died in bed his passion cresting
and though in bed he was not resting! | | © 1983 Hal Ethridge |
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