Poem by Anonymous

On Johnny Cole

         Here lies Johnny Cole,
         Who  died,  on  my  soul,
After  eating  a  plentiful  dinner;
         While  chewing  his  crust,
         He  was  turned  into  dust,
With  his  crimes  undigested – poor  sinner.

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