An Epitaph
Here lie I Martin Elginbrodde.
Have mercy on my soul Lord God
As I would do were I Lord God
And ye were Martin Elginbrodde
An Epitaph
Here lie I Martin Elginbrodde.
Have mercy on my soul Lord God
As I would do were I Lord God
And ye were Martin Elginbrodde
It is impossible for a man to learn what he thinks he already knows.
If we spoke a different language, we would perceive a somewhat different world.
Not Waving but Drowning Nobody heard him, the dead man, But still he lay moaning: I was much further out…