Patrick Sunday


EPITAPH


'Amidst These Purest Bud, In A Gourd Of Flesh, In The Deep Hades, There I Lay! '...'Upon This Ground, My Essence Drip,
Regrets, Bathed My Graveyard,
For Me, Do Not Weep! '

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2014
Edited: Friday, January 03, 2014

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