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In The Meadow
IN THE MEADOW
In the gently rolling green meadow
The quiet, peaceful meadow
Where the wild yellow buttercups bloom
Lie his bones in an unmarked tomb
The bones of a long dead fellow
Who became quite drunk and mellow
He kidnapped the village harlot
A lady whose name was Charlotte
Charlotte was oh so beguiling
She stabbed him, all the while smiling
Now he lies cold and buried in the meadow
In the gently rolling green meadow
Curtis Moorman
23 April 2013
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