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Ivor Survivor

Here lies the bones of a lad they called Ivor. Through a lifetime of pains he remained a survivor. Untill the sad day when he said it was fun to play russian roulette with a part loaded gun. He thought he controlled all the chances in life. And by using just blanks was just teasing his wife. He said that with luck she'd have nothing to fear. But a blank, blows your brains when it's shot in your ear! Now Ivor's remains are laid six feet below. Except for his brains which the wind will now sow. Although poor old Ivor just loved having fun a brainless eternity himself he has won. So just to ensure that he died not in vain. Please remember survivor is built on his name. So if Ivor survivor can die with such fun For God's sake be carefull where you point a gun! Ivor G Davies

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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