Notable Obituaries.

Mottie said:
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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For the record "he had white friends too"
 
Bod ... said:
For the record "he had white friends too"
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In a world of colours, where friendships bloom,
There lived a man named Bod, dispelling gloom.
With a voice so clear, a reminder he’d weave,
Zephaniah’s circle, diversity they’d achieve.

“For the record,” Bod proclaimed with grace,
In Zephaniah’s story, a different embrace.
White friends stood strong, side by side,
Unity and friendship, a bond amplified.

Beyond the hues, in the tapestry of kin,
Bod’s words echoed, breaking barriers within.
Zephaniah’s tale, a testament so true,
In friendship’s spectrum, every shade anew.
 
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Mottie said:
In a world of colors, where friendships bloom,
There lived a man named Bod, dispelling gloom.
With a voice so clear, a reminder he’d weave,
Zephaniah’s circle, diversity they’d achieve.

“For the record,” Bod proclaimed with grace,
In Zephaniah’s story, a different embrace.
White friends stood strong, side by side,
Unity and friendship, a bond amplified.

Beyond the hues, in the tapestry of kin,
Bod’s words echoed, breaking barriers within.
Zephaniah’s tale, a testament so true,
In friendship’s spectrum, every shade anew.
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You spelt Colours wrong.
 
Bod ... said:
You spelt Colours wrong.
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Corrected now. (y) Anyway, you capitalised a word in the middle of a sentence.

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