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Apr 2015
...and when you bury me
bury me happy
when you lower me down
make sure you smile
if it were up to me
i'd have you sing
and bring all the old stories out

...and when you bury me
bury me simple
cover my grave with red clay
and on my head stone
say
"not a one did morn"
as we sent this dear soul on its way
Mike Hauser
Written by
Mike Hauser  Sunny Florida
(Sunny Florida)   
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