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Jun 2016
They came in droves; they came to see                                                            the body of the beast –                                                                                   Full dressed, immobile mystery,                                                                peaceably deceased.                                                                          ­                            In life this person mortified                                                                             the  body politic;                                                                                                In death his visage could not hide                                                               those deeds that made us sick..
Who have we here on a simple bier                                                               laid out for all to see?                                                             ­                    Someone whom everyone would fear                                                         were Death to set him free.                                                                               Alas, the wicked do not last                                                                         beyond the chains of death;                                                           ­                      Nor do we need a fresh forecast                                                               ..........as evil relives breath.
This person was poison to young and old;                                                ...........Rich and poor were hoodwinked;                                                          In many matters he seemed bold,                                                                   His crimes were clearly linked.   
At his wake the tears shed                                                                            were tears of thankful joy,                                                             ­                      Glad we were this man was dead,                                                                   no longer to annoy.
Written by
Russ Shurig  Toronto, Canada
(Toronto, Canada)   
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   Arcassin B and SPT
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