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Poor lonely soul, He was only fourteen months old. He couldn't even count to three, When his tragedy came to be. His name was John Wright, But now he's nowhere in sight. Laying under the cold, solid earth, Only fourteen months after birth. He was born August 18,1899, Almost one hundred years between his birthday and mine. Today I saw this lonely soul's tombstone, With moss on it that covered his small little bones. Poor lonely soul, He was only fourteen months old. |