He seldom managed his money well,

So he-was-usually-broke, and THIS-WE-TELL:

THE BOY WAS AWFULLY STUBBORN; we HOPED he’d “straighten out,”

And “fly-right”-and-co-operate – and lose his silly pout.

SO, WHEN HE GOT CONVICTED – and sentenced for to die,

For “civil disobedience,” we did not wonder why,


And-we’re-(probably)-better-off-without HIM!


Before-he-died, the sky grew frightfully dim.

fin ❤

[R. I. P. STUBBORN PERSON!! Death! by Crucifixion! 30 A. D.]



Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)

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