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In the morning,
I was a frisky boy
and I played with a toy,
I wasted much time on frivolities,
but I knew that discretion was the better part of valour,
I knew one day,I shall be a bullish bard,
because poetry was my best winning card.


In the afternoön,
I was a celebrated bard,
because I worked hard:
I worked like a Trojan;
I wrote sweet songs that won me plaudits,
but I knew one day,I shall die!
O God! Like a bone I shall dry!


In the evening,
I was in a mood of cautious optimism,
but was thrown into a mood of helpless pessimism
when Death came upon me like a ton of bricks.
O Death! Thou obscurantist,must I go with you?
O truth is stranger than fiction!
I accepted my freaky fate:
and walked with Death through the golden gate.

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Tanx extraordinary