Mad As A HatterA Poem by CwortkneeTwo Epitaphs for laughsHere lies a man named Scott, to thievery he was drawn. Each time he stole, he was shot.. To his demise, he never caught on. RIP Scott Free Planted here beneath this stone, Lies a man who made hats every day. but the hats didn't drive him crazy.. The mercury made him that way. RIP Mad Hatter
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3 Reviews Added on November 6, 2012 Last Updated on November 8, 2012 AuthorCwortkneeALAboutMy favorite poems by Robert Frost: Nothing Gold Can Stay- "Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. S.. more..Writing
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