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He Died at Eight Fifteen
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Book II: Part I Little Joey is only three
And loves older brother Jason,
Jason lays there at eight fifteen
While little Joey keeps on playing.
Joey yells out “Mommy!”
But Mommy is never home,
Daddy died two years ago
Before the kids were grown.
Little Joey is mad at his brotehr
For quickly falling asleep,
Who will Joey play with
If no one is here but he?
Mommy stumbles in
And little Joey runs to bed,
When is Jason coming?
He thinks in his little head.
He runs to find his elder
And there is tears on Mommy’s face,
“Mommy where did Jason go?”
“He’s in a better place.”
Joey doesn’t understand
Though he runs upstairs to cry,
“I thought he liked to play with me,
Why did he lie?”
In the room two beds are seen
But little joey lays alone,
Jason died at eight fifteen
And he’s never coming home.
