You know how when you see a prism, spinning in the sun, and how the lights are sent out in ten thousand directions, constantly changing, forever remaining the same? Well this blog site is like that, only those beams of lights, at least the ones I see, are my ideas. It is these ideas, embedded deep inside my head that we will be typing about.
Monday, July 31, 2006
Fairwell Mike
Blood exited his body
Flowing freely from every part
As his life drained away
We held onto his heart
He was here too little
Now gone forever more
The ballad of his life
Now behind closed door
Goodbye, Mike
you flew so close to the ground
one forty into the rocks
some pieces will never be found
You died as fast as you lived
But you left so many behind
Goodbye young man
May God blow your mind
Our dear friend and employee, Michael Barnard, 27 died from massive injuries received Sunday night after his motorcycle slid off the road he was traveling, hitting a ditch, then a huge pile of rocks at 140 MPH. He died an hour later with his wife and best friend at his side.
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