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I wrote this tribute to my son the other night. It was written as la vie c'est du pet in French but I translated it to English for all his friends here.
In the midst of life, we are in death
Sorrows fall onto the Virgin's chest
He walks now into the Light
Our Holy Father's precious sight,
Now as flies through air and sea,
as fast as his deliveries,
Sweet Jesus take my baby please
Like altar boys, I'm on my knees,
laying red roses in careful pottage,
Bless my boy, Q. Ponce Frottage.
For you it's written on the plaque,
how a raccoon nipped your sack,
it was your fate, no ifs or maybes,
to succumbed to the evil rabies.
Now you're home, with Our Lord
With you gone, this church is bored.
Amen.
In the midst of life, we are in death
Sorrows fall onto the Virgin's chest
He walks now into the Light
Our Holy Father's precious sight,
Now as flies through air and sea,
as fast as his deliveries,
Sweet Jesus take my baby please
Like altar boys, I'm on my knees,
laying red roses in careful pottage,
Bless my boy, Q. Ponce Frottage.
For you it's written on the plaque,
how a raccoon nipped your sack,
it was your fate, no ifs or maybes,
to succumbed to the evil rabies.
Now you're home, with Our Lord
With you gone, this church is bored.
Amen.
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