tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14889641240883799362024-03-14T00:21:41.259-07:002 Ciclo AlfonsoFranz Katzehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00625167488083471830noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488964124088379936.post-66375141497911878882016-11-09T14:23:00.000-08:002016-11-09T14:23:07.111-08:00Ode To Stephen Dowling Bots, Dec'D<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
And did young Stephen sicken,<br />
And did young Stephen die?<br />
And did the sad hearts thicken,<br />
And did the mourners cry?<br />
<br />
No; such was not the fate of<br />
Young Stephen Dowling Bots;<br />
Though sad hearts round him thickened,<br />
'Twas not from sickness' shots.<br />
<br />
No whooping-cough did rack his frame,<br />
Nor measles drear, with spots;<br />
Not these impaired the sacred name<br />
Of Stephen Dowling Bots.<br />
<br />
Despised love struck not with woe<br />
That head of curly knots,<br />
Nor stomach troubles laid him low,<br />
Young Stephen Dowling Bots.<br />
<br />
O no. Then list with tearful eye,<br />
Whilst I his fate do tell.<br />
His soul did from this cold world fly,<br />
By falling down a well.<br />
<br />
They got him out and emptied him;<br />
Alas it was too late;<br />
His spirit was gone for to sport aloft<br />
In the realms of the good and great.<br />
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<i> ~ Mark Twain</i></div>
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