Subject: Epitaphs (Page 2)

Eliza, sorrowing rears this marble slab to her dear John who died of eating crab.

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Looked up the elevator shaft to see if the car was on the way down – it was.

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Here lies the body of Jane Gordon. With mouth almighty and teeth accordin!

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Here lies the body of Arkansas Jim. We made the mistake, but the joke's on him.

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He was young – He was fair – But the Injuns – Raised his hair

Conflict Epitaphs Hair Young

Poems and Epitaphs are but stuff – Here lies Zed Blacksword – that’s enough

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Here lies one who never sacrificed his reason to superstitious God, nor ever believed that Jonah swallowed the whale.

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The Lord saw good; I was lopping off wood, and down fell from the tree; I met with a check, and I broke my neck, and so Death lopped off me.

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See, I told you I was SICK!

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Here lies the body of Jonathan Ground, who was lost at sea and never found.

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Close behind this stone Here lies alone Captain Reynolds Marvin Expecting his wife When ends her life. And we both are freed from sarvin',

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Paul Lennis Swank – Here under the dung of cows and sheep, lies an old highclimber fast asleep. His trees all topped and his lines all hung. They say the old rascal died full of rum.

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Transplanted

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Mitchell – Well This Sucks

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Here lies old twenty five per cent. The more he had the more he lent. The more he had the more he craved, great God, can his poor soul be saved?

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Here lieth, underneath these stones, The Beard, the Flesh, and eke the Bones Of Wrexham's Clerk, old Daniel Jones.

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I was somebody. – Who, is no business – of yours.

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My candle burns at both ends, – It will not last the night, – But Oh, my foes, – And Ah, my friends, – It gives a lovely light

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I thought my doctor said I was heading for a rave.

Doctors Epitaphs

Sacred to twins Charlie and Varlie. Sons of loving parents who died in infancy.

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Here lies poor Ned Pardon, from misery freed, Who long was a bookseller's hack; He led such a damnable life in this world, I don't think he'll ever come back.

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