Epitaph Poem by Johan Herman Wessel
Epitaph
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I, the late Owe Gierløv Meyer,
Did stupid things my life entire,
Though this time I did five of them,
The last of which was quite a gem;
For I went home and cut my throat,
And here I sit, in Hell’s deep moat,
Where now the devil sets on fire
Me, the late Owe Gierløv Meyer.
Monday, October 18, 2010
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