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Jar

Nothingman54Nothingman54 Posts: 2,251
edited July 2010 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
A sudden twist of fate
A freak accident I can't shake
Others wonder were you are
I found you
Your in a jar
Ashes to be scattered near and far 
Your not in a box riding in a car
On the mantle piece is were you are
At home resting in a jar
I'll be back
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  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    Nothingman54 wrote:
    A sudden twist of fate
    A freak accident I can't shake
    Others wonder were you are
    I found you
    Your in a jar
    Ashes to be scattered near and far 
    Your not in a box riding in a car
    On the mantle piece is were you are
    At home resting in a jar
    very nice.
    i like it.

    i've heard of people sprinkling human ashes into a bowl of weed and getting right.
    thoughts?
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."
    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • Nothingman54Nothingman54 Posts: 2,251
    Lol. No thanks. I like weed just the way it is. I don't need anything added to it. That would creep me out.
    I'll be back
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    just wondering
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."
    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • Nothingman54Nothingman54 Posts: 2,251
    chadwick wrote:
    just wondering


    I got something funnier. Sit around smoking ashes in weed and hacking 10club passwords for fun. :-)
    I'll be back
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    Nothingman54 wrote:
    chadwick wrote:
    just wondering


    I got something funnier. Sit around smoking ashes in weed and hacking 10club passwords for fun. :-)
    your idea sounds like a wonderful time.

    i will not divulge what i have seen or done.
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."
    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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