Don't strew me with roses after I'm dead.
When Death claims the light of my brow
No flowers of life will cheer me: instead
You may give me my roses now!

Don't strew me with roses after I'm dead. When Death claims the light of my brow No flowers of life will cheer me: instead You may give me my roses now!

Dont strew me with roses after Im dead. When Death claims the light of my brow,No flowers of life will cheer me: insteadYou may give me my roses now!

The message that we'd like to get out now is that we have 3,600 plows on the roads, so if people can stay off the roads to let the plow drivers to their work, that would be best.

The only good soul is a lost soul, and only a lost soul can find its way home.

First law on holes - when you're in one, stop digging!