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.
Dust Here is dust remembers it was a rose one time and lay in a woman's hair. Here is dust…