Hail and farewell, Mr Brock.
I hope they let Badgers into Heaven.
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His corpse is lying by the side of the road. It makes me sad every time I pass him, because I knew him well. Oh, not to speak to, obviously. You could never say that we were close, but I’ve often watched him go about his business. He was a good provider and a good father to his children. Sometimes I think I should remove his body, give it a Christian burial, but those weren’t his beliefs. Besides, nature will take care of it, in its own way.
Hail and farewell, Mr Brock. I hope they let Badgers into Heaven.
Paul A. Freeman
25/8/2023 09:34:59 pm
Aw. Poor Mr Badger.
Sue Clayton
29/8/2023 04:24:31 am
Amen to that. Comments are closed.
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