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Comments about ASR 999
We stood by your camp cot as the hours drew near
Your breath grew ragged, you refused one last beer
The doc said gotta go, the priest gave a sigh
Dad, mom, cousins, all the family’d come by
We waited to see what you were gonna say
Before the angels came and took you away
We hoped you’d left some money our way
Not a lot, but then again, its not ours to say.
We’d drawn lots, it was perfectly clear,
Your grave was to be watered, wept over once a year
Remembered and considered, ever ever near.
Then you stuck out your hand
And with a pleading look
Put in our...