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Howard Marks, a Clerihew

So, farewell, Howard, Mr Nice
Massive reefers were your vice
Life’s but a spliff to puff and pass
All grass is weed, all flesh is grass

by Gail

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J. Tudor

Date: 4/11/2016 1:02:00 PM

the flip side of his marker stone perhaps! J.

Gail Foster
Date: 4/13/2016 6:02:00 AM

I tried to play around with stoned head / headstone for this verse but couldn't quite get it right. Thanks for reading.

Joseph May

Date: 4/11/2016 11:57:00 AM

I did'nt know who this person was..so I looked him up...And this is indeed a fitting tribute...

Gail Foster
Date: 4/13/2016 6:03:00 AM

Thanks for taking the time to check it out. He had a very interesting life. All the best.