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- CAZ
- Jan 4, 2018
- 1 min read
The Last Courthouse
The adjudicated soul
Pleaded his excuses
At the fore
Of the vast line
An immortal officer
Carried the soul away
Away to the flaming slide
Atop that very slide
The soul was greeted
With a dim hallo
As though fate
Were not pre-established
Though it came too late
The soul became aware
Through fault of his own
It had given up too early
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