By giving us the opinions of the uneducated, journalism keeps us in touch with the ignorance of the community. – Oscar Wilde

As you lay to Rest

Laid there in silence,

where you are laid to rest.

As flowers are placed upon your chest.

So suddenly you left,

not a whisper goodbye or less.

A life well lived most would say,

a happy chappy, strolling through life’s sinful grace.

You’re home now where you belong,

where heaven plays that sweet sounding song.

The gates are open, waiting for you to enter,

we will always miss you, our faithful little treasure.

As we say goodbye, tears may be shed,

as we lay you down to rest.

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