| Subject: She finds another to wrap into her sorrow, "He loved the drink; he did, and t'was the drink that killed him! The truck was Bud Weiser! And now look at him, flattened against the pavement so harshly and unattended to. I do say, this calls for a funeral! Hold on. . ." She dashes off and returns, draped in black. . . |
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Steel Magnolia
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Date Posted: 07:39:00 08/02/02 Fri
In reply to:
Jagged Edge
's message, "-he walks up cautiously, unsure how to react: play along, or laugh?-" on 19:03:51 08/01/02 Thu
"Alas our poor, poor turtle,
Who crept along the ground,
From life he now is taken,
And to Heavenwards is bound.
"The giant truck just came along,
There wasn't time to save,
And now our dear, dear turtle,
Is lowered to his grave.
"We cry a lot about our loss,
But friends, take comfort, please,
Our turtle's now in heaven's love,
And 's happy on his knees..."
With this the Andalusian chokes back a loud, single sob and canters off to be alone.
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