A short poem, the meaning of which, is unambiguous and speaks, most clearly, for itself.

The name of "Irene Malone" is purely fictional and was created to fit the rhyming structure of the poem.

Any resemblance between the poetic Irene Malone to any real person, either living or dead, is purely coincidental.

EPITAPH 3 (Some Bones.)

By E. J. T. BRADLEY

Here Lie Some Bones.

Irene Malone’s.

With Whom No Man Was Married.

A Witch!, A Whore!,

A Bitch! And More!

Her Children Gladly Buried.

Copyright Edward J. Bradley 2006


Submitted: November 28, 2006

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cmccoy

very good:) It was simple yet profound, good write:)

Tue, November 28th, 2006 6:36am

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Thank you. Just read your Christmas Day poem and it was quite good and touching.

Happy trails and Merry Christmas,

Ed Bradley.

Mon, November 27th, 2006 11:23pm

Pratibha

AWww...this is so sad...what is the fault of poor kids...

Will GOD ever forgive such act ever...??

Tue, July 8th, 2008 5:48am

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Pratibha:

Thank you for reading and commenting.

In answer to your question: "We'll see!" In eternity.

Happy trails,

Ed Bradley.

Tue, July 8th, 2008 2:10pm

jem

HA HA HA!! i love it!! remainds me of my nan actually. lol. love it :)

Fri, July 11th, 2008 9:18am

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jem:

Thank you for reading, commenting and the warm compliment.

Happy trails,

Ed Bradley.

Fri, July 11th, 2008 7:10pm

Aerion4

Lots of hate I feel here. Good job portraying this woman. We dont know alot about her, but it has already become evident who she is.

Mon, June 1st, 2009 9:38pm

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Aerion4:

Thank you for reading, commenting, the compliment and "I Like It" vote. Most appreciated.

Happy trails,

Ed Bradley.

Mon, June 1st, 2009 6:19pm

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