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A Sonnet

written by: cajunjew

Neary was a time on earth fulfilled
Such fun is time until the time is killed
Drinking until our merry hearts content
Remembering, or not, whence our night went
The laughter, smiling faces, good old times
Are coupled by great songs, spirits and rhymes
On one fateful eerie damp dark slick road
Destroyed the perpetual high fun mode
O'er harsh embedded tragedy can not
Wounds run through so deep ought to hurt a lot
Rest, lie in dirt, allure as food for worms, rot
Uninhibited souls scarcely grow old
Hence forth these tales will only be told
Such fond memoirs are worth much more than gold

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