I looked upon the brown hair on his head
His serious, pale face showed no regret
Everyone stated that he might be dead
But, it happened 'cause the table was set
The silver forks', spoons', and knives', were aline
As he turned off the T.V he heard a bang
We all sat as we got ready to dine
And we all listened as the little birds' sang
He opened the door to see who was there
But we all stood in shock as he fell to the floor
He ly so still as we ran fast and stared
Then I hastily ran to shut the door
For the colors and sweet smells' of roses red
My heart will still know that he is not dead.
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