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Goodbye Popeye. Sigh
and then remember.
The picture was pilfered
so it must return, me hearty,
when you die. We will bury
it inside empty spinach cans
and on your tombstone
we will chisle: "He sailed
the 7 seas, shivered his
timbers, then went home
to hear the hum of human
love around a longed for
hearth.
.
Lady A
01-03-14
302a
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A lovely heart touching epitaph and poem for Dear PopEye
A lovely heart touching epitaph and poem for Dear PopEye. Now Bishu will have to look for some wings to fly to the stars and moon on the scrabble board or maybe a spaceship withoout spinach :) :) LOL
©bishu
I Love Scrabble!
Wings exchanged for oars. Sorry for late reply. Unpublished is now republished. Fly high old salt. - slc