She was married to squirrel named Earl.
And Earl was later burried along side her
grave.She wore a mud pack upon her face.
To cover up all the horrifying disgrace.
And when she walked across the town.A
tractor trailer ran her down.And now she
rest in peace.Along side her husband Earl,
who died the same day of a rare disease.
Breakfest in bed,for the Duke of Earl,who
was a squirrel,and whos mother's true name
was Pearl.Earl was a squirrel she repeatably
said,and long before she was hit in the head.
By a humongous tractor trailer truck.Just a
dented up fender,and a cremation certificate.
For the old lady under the hill.You can talk
about life,and you can talk about death.But
life was nothing more than a thrill.For the old
lady under the hill..
Death Poetry By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2010
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Originally Posted On Site: 2010-10-18 12:38:14
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