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Monday, June 19, 2006

Fred

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I met a man today who wasn’t really here
I said how are you doing, He said I feel quite queer
I asked him what his name was, and he said I don’t know,
He said I saw this light, and just knew I had to go,
I asked him where he went to, he said all sorts of things
Saw lots of love and happiness, and people that had wings.


He said hang on a minute; I think my name was Fred,
But I can’t be here with you, because I think I’m dead.
I said my farewell to him, and wished him on his way
Its strange the things that happen, when the angels come to play.
The Mowjo
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Dee Daffodil 19 June 2006
Awesome poem...very nice rythym...easy to read...quite enjoyable! Hugs, Dee
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Nalini Hebbar 19 June 2006
you are just great...loved it...nalini
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