Epitaphs

Here lies the body of Michael Shea
Who died maintaining his right of way
His way was cleared his will was strong
But he’s just as dead as if it be wrong

He passed the Bobby without any fuss
He passed the cart of hay
He tried to pass a swerving bus
Then he passed away

Beneath the slab
John Brown is stowed
He watched the adds
And not the road

Here lies John Bun
He was killed with a gun
His name was not Bun
But Wood would not rhyme with gun and Bun would

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