I, John Philip Anthony Svoboda also known as,
Jean-Francoise Phillipe Antoine Svoboda,
Hereby declare that of my will I leave Lionel Singh of
77 Hampton Road, Atarmon and Mr Paul Dunlop, executors of my will.
Upon my death, I want it known That I always kept,
My life as open as possible,
And not totally one hundred percent,
In telling the truth but near enough, I start with my family.
To my wife, half of my insurance policy,
With Prudential it is worth thirty thousand dollars.
Plus to my mother and father ( if not deceased),
And then to my sister thousand dollars other half of my insurance
policy.
To my friends in order:
Ron Morris - three hundred dollars cash,
Lionel Singh - records collection,
Paul Dunlop - my sterio system,
Ron Shelley - my drinks collection.
To the St. Vincent De Paul Society,
Any clothes that are not used by anyone else,
And property owned by myself or jointly with my wife,
To be sold to a fair high price and a new less expensive residence
is purchased.
Tuesday, 8 March 1988
Poem Number 273 - Chopped Finger! - 8/3/1988
When the mood is more than cheerful,
When the atmosphere is filled with fun,
This is a time when things go reversed,
And when everything turns into panic battle stations.
Last Sunday waiting for my wife to get dressed,
To attend a 'French community' family party at Mum's,
I was to pick up a pair of very sharp scissors,
But to be playing with them, shaping then into the air.
And it so just happened this play stopped to seriousness,
Leaving me bleeding constantly,
As I chopped off some skin off my finger,
Leaving me yell and scream like as in thunder!
It took a while before the blood stopped bleeding,
And embarrassingly we bandaged it up,
So everyone at the party knew I had an injury,
Leaving me to answer questions all the time.
When the atmosphere is filled with fun,
This is a time when things go reversed,
And when everything turns into panic battle stations.
Last Sunday waiting for my wife to get dressed,
To attend a 'French community' family party at Mum's,
I was to pick up a pair of very sharp scissors,
But to be playing with them, shaping then into the air.
And it so just happened this play stopped to seriousness,
Leaving me bleeding constantly,
As I chopped off some skin off my finger,
Leaving me yell and scream like as in thunder!
It took a while before the blood stopped bleeding,
And embarrassingly we bandaged it up,
So everyone at the party knew I had an injury,
Leaving me to answer questions all the time.
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