He was my sidekick. You see, George was my partner. I was just a boy then maybe seven,
He came around the corner, didn’t say anything. For he knew futile words would be of no help, nor were they accepted.
Don’t ever stop drawing crosses on… And when the hell comes, and lingers be of unsound mind. Don’t ever stop drawing crosses on…
Yes, he died that day, August 15t… It would be a lie to say thousands… course’ it’d also be a lie to say… It was in fact, just five down-and… You see,
Someone had sealed his eyes. The long wood overcoat lay open, c… What seemed a bag of bones, there, I beheld him.
