My version of a Mexican skull poem.
Here Lies Charles Suddeth
Charles Suddeth
His friends were few,
But his enemies legion.
Neither woman nor wife,
Wanted his presence.
He never had a buck,
Owed everyone in town.
He might have had family,
Nobody claimed him.
He made the ladies smile,
When he left the room.
He’s gone to Hell,
If the Devil claims him.
We’ll never forget him,
Whoever he was.
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