In my pretty boxA Poem by Rob FunkSuch a fine suit, Mom asks, Why did he shoot? Sis says, I think it was over loot, Uncle says, You would never know by looking in this casket, But they carried his brain out in a basket, Mom cries, Hey now everybody dies,
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3 Reviews Added on July 14, 2013 Last Updated on July 14, 2013 AuthorRob FunkUnited States, PAAboutMostly I write to Heal, however futile the effort proves. more..Writing
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