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Mar 2019
Well below the chandelier,
The man sits idle with his beer,
And charming grin from ear to ear,
He scans the room and no one’s here,
To see the horror; taste the fear,
He ***** the pistol; none to hear,
His mind made up; a single tear,
Loud he yells; none overhear,
“What a wonderful time to disappear!”
Ithaca
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