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"Ever Famous, John Doe"
I'm not this man's brother or his son
So I really have nothing to say
He may have not been loved at all
Who knows?
No gravestone
No obituary
No flowers or cards
Just a tag
And a number to be filed away
Yet all life has dignity in some way
Even the lives of those we never meet or knew
Even the drug addicts, AIDS victims, prostitutes
Hobos, dead beats
And homeless that litter our streets of gold
Each of us is a child of God
Even this man, John Doe
Dead again once more
May he rest in peace
