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Buried Alive! By L Don Oliver
No breath to take, Before we go _; Interred by "their" Justice, In the cold, cold, ___;
Believe in what they say, Of that which you ___; For they know much better, Than you ever __;
For we are dead, Before we have _; Believing in "their" truth, That they have _;
Ding, Ding, Ding, Ring the __; "All is well", The false ones __;
"Whoo-Whoo"! By L. Don Oliver
We all called him "Whoo-Whoo", No purer person you will ever find; Every morning we would gather, To watch him chugging down the line;
Every morning we would pump our fists, Like little children are oft to do; He would pull his imaginary whistle chain, Then go, "whoo-whoo", "whoo-whoo", "whoo-whoo";
"Whoo-Whoo" was a slow learner, And he wasn't very smart; One thing that he did possess, Was a great big loving heart;
The little money he made, From clearing vacant lots, To him that wasn't a great feat; Each morning he would buy bread, For all the little birds, And the small animals to eat;
One day a small child, Fell into a raging river, Running through a biting rain, That cut like a sharpened knife, With no thought of himself, "Whoo-Whoo" jumped into that river, Swam to that little child, And save that baby's life;
"Whoo-Whoo" was still mortal, He had every thing to live for, And he didn't want to die; The last seen in his existence, He was flowing down the river His hand up, waving goodbye;
They found "Whoo-Whoo" a few days later, There was nothing any one could do; Some say that off in the distance, They heard a "whoo-whoo", "whoo-whoo", "whoo-whoo";
I know that "Whoo-Whoo" is now, With God in heaven and that He is doing just fine; For each morning the angels, All gather together to watch, "Whoo-Whoo", chugging down the line;