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Inside This Urn
Ok Daddy I suppose
You put our future up your nose.
When we invest our money grows
But that was not the path you chose.
If greener grass is what you seek
Just look across this narrow street.
It seems this crop has reached it's peak
No need to serch another week.
His mother died when he was young
On top a hill his father hung
From Sheriff Jackson's tree he swung.
Now everyone could see his tounge.
Now if you have some time to burn
Come sit down here and have your turn.
So many wonderous things you'll learn
About the ashes in this Urn.
