Author: Epitaph Page 22

Charity, wife of Gideon Bligh, underneath this stone doth lie. Nought was she e'er known to do, that her husband told her to.

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I’m A Writer But Then Nobody’s Perfect

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Here lays Butch. We planted him raw. He was quick on the trigger – But slow on the draw.

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Our papa dear has gone to Heaven, to make arrangements for eleven.

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Here lie I and my three daughters, All from drinking the Cheltenham waters. While if we had kept to the Epsom salts, We should not now be in these here vaults.

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Here lies Slip Mcvey. He would be here today, but bad whiskey and a fast gun put him away

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This man when alive was a slave, but behold such is fate, having died he is equal in power, to Darius the Great.

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No doctor ever physicked me, was never near my side. But when fever came I thought of the name, and that was enough – I died.

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Entombed within this vault a lawyer lies, who, fame assureth us was just and wise, an able advocate and honest too; that's wondrous strange, indeed, if it be true.

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The devil slipped in like a weasil – And down to Hell he took old Kezle.

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She failed her breathalizer test now she lays with the best

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Tears cannot restore her –– therefore I weep.

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Here lies Granny Beth Sue Choked to death On Redman Chew

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At last I get top billing.

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A Man.

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To follow you I am not content, How do I know Which way you went.

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Here lies a man beneath this sod, – Who slandered all except his God, – And him he would have slandered too, – But that his God he never knew.

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Here lies interred Priscilla Bird, who sang on earth till sixty two. Now up on high above the sky, no doubt she sings like sixty too.

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He has gone to the only place where his own works are excelled.

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Here lies a man who while he lived was happy as a linnet. He always lied while on the earth and now he's lying in it.

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Mr. Fish. Worms are bait for fish, but here's a sudden change, fish is bait for worms. Is not that passing strange?

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