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Sonnet
I was too late to save my friend from death
Some robbers took his money and his shoes
His shoelaces were used to string his neck
The robbers pulled the string till he couldn’t move.
His body limp and lifeless loosely hung
They made sure to squeeze all life out of him
Dead flied around his head, sad songs they sung
Mice scurrying to tear him limb from limb
The robbers had long fled to spend their prize
They spent it on twelve dozen pints of bud
A worthy buy of such a kill that size
Now they have quite enough for a whole year
I don’t know why I wasn’t at the lair
Well, anyways, he’s now in heaven’s care.
