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Joe hill’s last will


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My will is easy to decide, For there is nothing to divide. My kind don’t need to fuss and moan — “Moss does not cling to a rolling stone.” My body? Ah, If I could choose, I would to ashes it reduce, And let the merry breezes blow My dust to where some flowers grow. Perhaps some fading flower then Would come to life and bloom again. This is my last and final will. Good luck to all of you. Joe Hill

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I created this website back in 1996, and have slowly added content to it over the years. Some resources have been contributed by viewers and other people who love the outdoors.

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