Notable Obituaries.

Not famous but I heard about a girl I was at school with died recently. Early 50s.

She was one of the most naturally beautiful girls I'd ever met. She was a bit of a cow and got in with the wrong people and became a druggy.

The last time I see her I thought she was an old lady.

So very sad.
 
I wonder, would you be happy to rise from the dead and live for a bit more?
 
I wonder, would you be happy to rise from the dead and live for a bit more?

I would need to be tidied up a bit....
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In the realm of words, Zephaniah rests,
A poet departed, but his verses attest.
In ink, he painted thoughts profound,
His rhymes, a legacy forever unbound.

Through metaphors and lyrical grace,
Zephaniah’s spirit finds its place.
In stanzas woven, his essence lives,
A poetic journey that time forgives.

With each penned line, a piece of his soul,
A poet’s departure, yet the verses console.
In the echoes of his rhymes, we find,
Zephaniah’s spirit, a timeless bind.
 
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