I had a a verse but along came a hearse.

Move along or I will pick you up, cryed the voice.

What a jerk, not even to sport a rolls royce,

Next time bring a keeper!

I will, the Grim Reeper, said the voice.

Back on the walk, no more talk, I go.

Death is a mean feat, only to defeat, I say.

I not playing and stopping, I am dogeing the blow

Life for me and my bones. still well fed.

Sun and shade still the tone, still no dread.

I am alive and you are dead!

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File photo KDG

On this Day: August 18th 2008

French ISAF Solders are ambushed by Taliban.