Subject: last verse From: JEAN PRATHER Date: May 24, 1998 Sorry I got disconncted His life is closed;another day Beams on his immortal eyes His loved State holds his sacred clay; His soul will ever rise Yet when ths world shall grow apace, And things things seem what they're not And we give way to an alien race Then shall he be forgot! ==== SCROOTS Mailing List ==== Go To: #, A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P, Q, R, S, T, U, V, W, X, Y, Z, Main |