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Carved In Stone

Here lies Bea At a hundred and three In the place she vowed She’d never be She always swore She’d never die Till all who bugged her In the grave would lie She hung on tight To the very end No foe was left For flowers to send Let’s raise a glass And shed a tear She sure raised hell while she was here! Copyright©2004 Beatrice Boyle (All rights reserved

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 4/27/2012 9:18:00 PM
wow wonderful poem.
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Date: 4/25/2012 4:59:00 PM
This is a great epitaph.
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Beatrice Boyle
Date: 4/25/2012 5:06:00 PM
Thanks Adrea...at 84 I still have a long way to go...and since I have a long list...I'll be here quite some time!