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User Poetry
I wrote this some time ago and thankfully can't even remember who inspired it. I just came across it as I was doing some housekeeping on my hard drive.
A Thousand and One Good Things Happened Today
By WT Sharpe
He died,
And no one noticed.
Save those who secretly sighed relief
To be free from the daily recitation
Of his thousand and one complaints.
Some say life continues
Beyond the body's demise.
I'm not that wise to know, but
If so, his thousand and one complaints
The saints must now suffer.
Or perhaps his remonstrances
Now torment Beelzebub;
It's all the same to me:
I'm free.
At least for now.
And Glory be,
If death be oblivion,
Liberated eternally
From ever again hearing
Those thousand and one damned complaints.
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