The word is out another Giant fell upon the ground for all to dwell. As each passing Giant bows its head in a silent prayer, knowing that one of their own is no longer there.
The death of the Giant was not by his own hand but from another who refused to follow the plan.
The rules are simple work 14 and down for 10 then the Giants don't loose a friend.
It is a sad day when a Giant falls.
For the funeral is miles long, many will grumble and some may sputter. But the loss of a Giant is like the loosing of a brother.
The Giants funeral is a wonderous affair, many who never knew the Giant will start to care. Wondering how it happened and who was at fault.
Who put the Giant in his criptic vault.
Michelle Y Kelley,
9/21/09
To all the drivers of our great roads
I solute you.
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