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Monday, October 2, 2017
Curmudgeon's Epitaph
Never a slacker, his life was marked
By a stoic refusal to follow any lackluster tack,
And steer that lonely, steady course he did—
Till he found himself a haven where
No groveling lackey missed his absence,
And nothing ever lacked.
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