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Sebastian
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Dec 2013
John Miller
A face riddled with bruises
Clothes like rags on dolls
Tis not life he chooses
There's nowhere left to fall
He sleeps out on the street
With news to keep him cozy
No shoes upon his feet
No pockets filled with posy
It wasn't always like this
His life was once a pleasure
A wife that he'd keep happy
At the lengths of any measure
But one morning he woke up
And everything seemed fine
John got a cup of coffee
And drank it up by nine
He headed into work
With suitcase in his hand
But just outside his office
Was an unfamiliar man
He asked John for some money
Anything would do
But John, he simply smiled
And bid the man adieu
But just as John was leaving
The man stood up and yelled
And with sorrow I must tell you
That's when our dear John fell
For this man he told dark lies
A trickster with long sleeves
A demon in disguise
The devil if you'd please
But last do not feel sorry
Do not wet your eyes
For today it is Johns birthday
And it's the day John Miller dies
This is loosely based off a short story I'm writing and I kind of had fun with it!
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