No man is an island and every life is but a candle waiting to be snuffed by the wind. He may have been our enemy but something still should be said in his memory.
How about this?
Dang me, dang me They oughta take a rope and hang me High from the highest tree Woman would you weep for me.
8 posted on 03/19/2007 7:03:01 PM PDT by Tribune7
(A bleeding heart does nothing but ruin the carpet)