<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397545" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Another Kind Of Epitaph</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The time I died first, there were days upon days<br>while you cried, remembering my unique ways.<br>I rose up and up high above the cemetery wall<br>while then I could fly and everything beneath looked small, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">but back to mother earth I had to go, where I felt the new rain<br>while very slow, worms on me started to gnaw without any pain.<br>When my next funeral came, you graciously wanted to put me to sleep<br>you did not want the general type of burial where they would bury me deep</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but to the fire you wanted me to go, to experience the flames of hell<br>and over the sea, the veldt my ashes you did blow and with tears wished me well.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397545" data-title="Another Kind Of Epitaph de Gert Strydom" data-description="The time I died first, there were days upon days while you cried, remembering my unique ways. I rose up and up high above the cemetery wall while then I could fly and everything beneath looked small, but back to mother earth I had to go, where I..."></div> </div> </div>

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