Death Claws

The nightlong passage

Of a jolly good fellow
Into oblivion
Reverberates
Loud and clear…
Of a saintly soul
Who suddenly yielded to the summons of home call
A glorious exit to the other side of life
Your radiant face
An innocent charm that exuded the passion of an ageless wingman
You were a lively lot
With a heart of gold
Of the purest kind…
Dust to dust!
May the earth replenish your very kind…

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