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HERE LIES
LESTER MORE
Four slugs
From a forty-four
No Les no more |
Here lies
EZEKIEL AIKLE
Age 102
The Good Die Young |
HERE LIES
my wife,
I bid her goodbye.
She rests in peace
and now so
do I. |
Here lies the body of
JOHN ROUND
Lost at sea
and never found |
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HERE LIES
a man named Zeke
Second fastest draw
in Cripple Creek |
Here lies
HENRY BLAKE
He stepped on the
gas
Instead of the brake |
Soon ripe
Soon rotten
Soon gone
But not forgotten |
HERE LIES
JOHN YEAST
Pardon me
for not rising |
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RIP
Ted N. Buried |
BILL BLAKE
Was hanged by mistake |
RIP
Barry M. Deep |
See
I told you I was SICK! |
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Here lies the body of
EDWARD HYDE
We laid him here
because he died |
Dear Departed
BROTHER DAVE
he chased a bear
into a cave |
ARTHUR C. HOMAN
Once I wasn't
Then I was
Now I ain't again |
REST IN PEACE
COUSIN HUET
we all know
you didn't do it |
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HERE LIES
GOOD OLD FRED
a great big rock
fell on his head |
HERE LIES
the Pillsbury Dough Boy
He will rise again |
RIP
Good Friend Gordon
now you've crossed
the River Jordan |
Here Lies Joyce
She'd rather not
But no choice |
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SARAH SHUTE
1803-1840
Here lies,
cut down like unripe fruit,
The wife
of Deacon Amos Shute.
She died of drinking
too much coffee,
Anno Dominy
eighteen forty |
Beneath this stone,
a lump of clay
lies
ARABELLY YOUNG
Who on the
twenty-fourth
of May
Began to
hold her tongue |
In memory of
ANNA HOPEWELL
Here
lies the body of our Anna
Done to death
by a banana
It wasn't the fruit
that laid her low
But the skin of
the thing
that made her go |
EZEKIEL PEASE
Pease is not here,
Only his pod
He shelled out his Peas
And
went to his God |
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Grim death took me
without any warning
I was well at night,
and dead in
the morning |
Here lies the body of
MARGARET BENT
She kicked up her heels
And away she
went |
This life's a dream
And all things show it
I thought so once and
Now I know
it |
Here lies Clyde
Whose life was full
Until
he tried
To milk a bull |
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MARY WEARY
Housewife
Dere Friends I am going
Where washing ain't done
Or
cooking or sewing:
Don't mourn for me now
Or weep for me never:
For I go to do nothing
Forever and ever! |
In Memory of
BEZA WOOD
Departed this life Nov. 2, 1837
- Age 45 yrs.
Here
lies one Wood
Enclosed in wood
One Wood Within another.
The outer wood
Is very good:
We cannot praise
The other |
HERE LIES NED
There is nothing more
to be said
Because we like to
speak
well of the dead |
EFFIE JEAN ROBINSON
1897-1922
Come blooming youths,
as you pass by ,
And
on these lines
do cast an eye.
As you are now,
so once was I;
As I am now,
so must you be;
Prepare
for death
and follow me |
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First a Cough
Carried Me Off
Then a Coffin
They Carried Me Off In |
OWEN MOORE
Gone away
Owin' more
Than he could pay |
Here lies ANN MANN
Who lived an old maid
But died an old Mann |
Here lies the father of 29
He would have had more
But he didn't have time |
