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We understand death for the first time when he puts his hand upon one whom we love.
We understand death for the first time when he puts his hand upon one whom we love.
Millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.
Millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.
Two babies were born on the same day at the same hospital. They lay there and looked at each other. read more
Two babies were born on the same day at the same hospital. They lay there and looked at each other. Their familiescame and took them away. Eighty years later, by a bizarre coincidence, they lay in the same hospital, on their deathbeds, next to each other. One of them looked at the other and said,
So. What did you think?.
Fortune is like the market, where, many times, if you can stay a little, the price will fall.
Fortune is like the market, where, many times, if you can stay a little, the price will fall.
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid
and deeds left undone.
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid
and deeds left undone.
On the plus side, death is one of the few things that can be done just as easily lying down.
On the plus side, death is one of the few things that can be done just as easily lying down.
Evil be to him who evil thinks.
Evil be to him who evil thinks.
MUFFLED CADENCE
The sound of shot.
The roar of gun.
Thy will be done
blares the drum.
The sudden shock.
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MUFFLED CADENCE
The sound of shot.
The roar of gun.
Thy will be done
blares the drum.
The sudden shock.
The news farflung.
Thy will be done
beats the drum.
The hour of grief.
The darkened sun.
Thy will be done
rolls the drum.
The sound of shot.
The grave begun.
Thy will be done
mourns the drum.
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by N Marshall Bertsch
(N Marshall Bertsch is a Republican who was profoundly
griefstricken by the assassination of John F Kennedy).
When one by one our ties are torn, and friend from friend is snatched forlorn; When man is left alone read more
When one by one our ties are torn, and friend from friend is snatched forlorn; When man is left alone to mourn, oh! then how sweet it is to die!.
