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Apr 2019
So often it is shortly after
the worst of them drops
dead and then like magic
the insufferable ****
becomes the man
above all men

Already cast in bronze
he is, before even one
blade of grass can grow
directly above his
sainted head

Of course when he
was quite alive she
could not wish him
more than dead
and all of the misery
he brought?
She turned into a
eulogy instead

The only solace left
to offer this deadly
boring woman?
with any bit of luck
she will soon be
joining him
Jennifer Beetz
Written by
Jennifer Beetz  55/F/USA
(55/F/USA)   
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   David Noonan
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